Gu Yun calmly took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Chang Geng.

There was no letter in the envelope, just a skin, and a cold smell appeared on it, as if there was something mixed with agarwood and agarwood.

The night before, Xuanying found three envelopes from the incense master who was robbed. This was one of them. The three envelopes had different tastes. The incense master had a very hard bone and refused to explain no matter how hard he tortures his confession. Of course, even if he gave it, Gu Yun might not dare to believe it.

Among the three envelopes, this one is the only one Gu Yun can explain clearly the source.

According to legend, this incense was a tyrant monarch of the previous dynasty who believed in evil demons and heretics and ordered the palace servants to help them ascend to the immortals. It was called "Yuhuang Incense". It was cold and unclear and elegant and luxurious. I once secretly saved a little of it from the late emperor. One year, I ordered it on a whim. The taste was really different from the incense commonly used in the palace.

The late emperor secretly told him that although this thing smells good, it is also called "the fragrance of the country that falls". Just order it once in private, so that the censors will know that it is going to be frying, and they must not make a statement.

Years have passed, and Gu Yun is still impressed by this "destroying fragrance of the country".

Chang Geng just tensed for a moment, and Gu Yun immediately noticed that before he could write in his hand, he began to think about how likely it was to throw the envelope out and make it right.

Gu Yun weighed it and thought to himself: "Take one out of three, okay, you have a good grasp. If you don't have it, the soldiers will block it, and the water will cover it."

Fortunately, he only knew this "grasp" in his heart, and the others could only see his apparent confidence, so they had to calm down with him.

The middle-aged man looked like a move, took the envelope, leaned down to his nose and sniffed it several times, his face changing unpredictable.

Chang Geng thought to himself: "Do you want to do it?"

But Gu Yun was so calm that he patted the back of his tense hand leisurely.

The middle-aged man looked up at Gu Yun again, and his expression became more serious, saying, "I am here to Zhai Song, who is the head of this group of merchant ships. I don't know where the sir came from and where he is going?"

This is a slander, Chang Geng wrote it all in Gu Yun's palm.

Gu Yun spoke for the first time and said, "Come from the ground and go to the artemisia."

The middle-aged man who claimed to be Zhai Song seemed to be surprised, hesitated for a moment, and his voice weakened: "Then... I'll bother Mr. Xiang, please."

Gu Yun stood still, deaf and thoughtful. It was not until Chang Geng gently pulled him that he was led forward by Chang Geng expressionlessly. He was like a "Mr. Xiang" who had a broken five senses and a strange temper.

Then Gu Yun's wide cuffs covered him, and Chang Geng wrote in Gu Yun's palm: "How did the adoptive father know their slander?"

This was actually the conversation between the two crew members that Xuan Ying had overheard when he was ordered to monitor the merchant ship the night before. He reported it to him in detail. Gu Yun actually didn't know what it meant at all, but he was still a fool.

He yelled to Chang Geng like a wolf: "I know everything."

Chang Geng: "…"

The group successfully boarded the Japanese merchant ship, and several Japanese people emerged and looked at the legendary Mr. Xiang curiously.

Influenced by Daliang, the culture of gods and Buddhas was prevalent. Many people saw a monk following Gu Yun and showed up to say hello.

Chang Geng looked at these Japanese people calmly, more than he thought, and in the name of escorting merchant ships, they were equipped with long swords, and some people had iron-fighting buckles and strange-style darts on their legs and wrists. When they got closer, they could smell the faint smell of blood on their bodies.

Suddenly, someone shouted behind him, and a Japanese man wearing a mask fell behind Gu Yun without knowing it. Without saying a word, he slashed Gu Yun's back.

Chang Geng reacted very quickly, and his sword had not been unsheathed, and he had already blocked the opponent's scimitar.

The Japanese screamed with a strange scream, and his thin body twisted into a strange arc. He was like a boneless snake. The scimitar became an evil snake in his hand. He made seven swords at Chang Geng one after another. At the same time, his left shoulder suddenly bloomed, and a Japanese boomerang rushed straight towards Gu Yun unexpectedly.

And Gu Yun didn't know whether to do the show or what to do, but he stood still, as if he was unconscious!

In desperation, Chang Geng split his scabbard into two parts and threw it out, and knocked it away as the boomerang almost brushed Gu Yun's chest.

This is not the first time Chang Geng has fought with someone, nor is it the first time that this is so dangerous, but it is the first time that someone almost hurt his adoptive father in front of him. A thin layer of redness suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the ur bones on his body suddenly seemed to be ready to move.

He shouted softly, his wrist suddenly turned down, and used his usual moves against the sword puppet. The scimitar in the Japanese hand trembled violently and was almost bent. Before the other party could withdraw his sword, Chang Geng kicked his waist with one kick.

Legend has it that some Japanese people must be smaller than ordinary people in order to hike the eaves and walls. This snake-like man must be the best among them. Although he is indeed flexible and bizarre, he really can't help but beat him. Chang Geng almost kicked out his intestines. He couldn't hold the scimitar in his hand anymore and ran away.

Chang Geng didn't want to let him go. He picked up the scimitar on the ground and nailed it to the Japanese man. The long sword turned around in his palm, and was about to split the Japanese man in half.

This was all in the lightning and fire. No matter how friendly the enemy or the friend was around, no one could react. Then he saw that Chang Geng was about to kill him, and three "stop" sounded at the same time.

Several long oriental swords reached out from all directions at the same time, blocking Chang Geng's unparalleled sword wind with all his hands and feet.

The stunned monk Leran had time to sweat - Changgeng's words that threatened to poke him to death the night before were taken seriously.

Chang Geng whispered: "Get out of here."

Zhai Song hurried over and said repeatedly: "Misunderstandings and misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. Mr. Shangchuan first came to Daliang and didn't understand the rules. When he saw the little brother carrying a knife, he wanted to make a joke. There are many little brothers, so don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Chang Geng stared at the snake man who retreated behind the man with a slightly red look, and squeezed out two words from his teeth: "Just?"

Zhai Song laughed with her and turned to Gu Yun who was standing aside like nothing happened: "Mr. Zhang..."

Looking at the wooden face, he remembered that these top incense masters could not see or hear, so he had to step forward and try to reach out and pat Gu Yun's arm.

Before the person could touch it, a sharp wind suddenly came from behind him. Fortunately, Zhai Song reacted quickly, otherwise he would be out of control if he was below his wrist.

Chang Geng: "Don't touch him!"

Zhai Song: “…”

Among these people, one could not hear, the other could not speak, and a pair of half-grown children who were posing together like a drum and a mallet. The only one who could speak for them was that the scabbard of the murder weapon in their hands had not been picked up yet.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while.

At this time, Gu Yun finally spoke: "What are you still consuming here? Don't miss the time to depart."

He seemed to have no feeling at all in the thrilling conflict just now.

Zhai Song hurriedly smoothed out and said, "It's right, it's all a family..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yun had already raised one hand as if no one was around. Chang Geng paused, used the tip of his sword to lift the scabbard on the ground, returned the sword to the scabbard, stepped forward to catch Gu Yun's hand, and helped him walk in.

Monk Leran had to break the back. He stormed the frightened Japanese crowd in a harmonious manner and bowed his head once. He took out a handful of rotten wooden Buddhist beads from somewhere. A layer of dark red paint was applied to the outside of the Buddhist beads, pretending to be a small-leaf red sandalwood. The patent skin has been rubbed off by the monk over the years, and it has become a string of mottled small-leaf red sandalwood.

The pretty monk with a white face, who was also dressed in mottled clothes, smiled and silently recited the scriptures. While saving the group of people in front of him, he drove Ge Pangxiao and Miss Cao to chase after him.

This time, the Japanese people I met along the way were watching their backs as if they were facing a great enemy. No one dared to go up and say hello again.

Chang Geng tensely all the way, sending Gu Yun to the house specially prepared by the merchant ship for the incense master. He looked out the door carefully before closing the door. Chang Geng turned around and said, "Yi..."

Gu Yun turned around and raised a finger to his mouth.

With Gu Yun's ear strength at this time, he could not hear anything clearly unless he shouted in his ear.

The surroundings were so quiet that only whispers were left to him, but he could judge by the airflow that the child might have to talk to him by the rapid turn when Chang Geng closed the door, and let him stop first.

Gu Yun's special medicine was prescribed by a folk master who was found from somewhere by an old marquis when he was in his early 1980s. Until then, he had been blinded by the inconvenience of hearing and hearing.

The old Marquis had a strong life, and was stricter than self-discipline. The son was Lu. He didn't know how to write the word "porn". No matter whether Gu Yun could see or not, or how he felt in his heart, he had to practice the kung fu, and the iron puppet would never leave any mercy because of his inconvenience. That was not the sword-sword puppet he used to coax Chang Geng to play. Although the sword-sword puppet was terrible, after being specially adjusted, he would stop fighting with others, and the sword in his hand would not hurt others.

When a real iron golem is a group of unkind iron beasts, how can they care about this?

He had to deal with them through his faint vision, hearing and the fine winds flowing around him. No matter how hard the young Gu Yun tried, he would never keep up with the old Marquis’ demands for him. Every time he could adapt to a speed and strength, he would be immediately increased.

The old marquis said: "Or you stand up by yourself, or you will find a beam to hang it, and the Gu family would rather die than leave any waste."

This sentence is like a cold steel nail. It was nailed into Gu Yun's bones at a very young age and could not be taken out for life. When the old marquis passed away and Gu Yun entered the palace, he did not dare to relax one day.

This ultimate sense that has been developed over the years can always help him cover up on some occasions. This is also the reason why he will not wear thick clothes until his body is frozen.

Because the thick fox fur and bloated cotton coat will affect his feeling.

Gu Yun groped in the air for a moment and wrote on Chang Geng's palm: "The one who fought with you just now was a Japanese ninja. Those people have a good ability to steal, be careful that there are ears in the wall."

Chang Geng lowered his head and couldn't help but grab Gu Yun's hand covered with calluses. Then he spit out a long and whispered anger in his chest, shook his head with self-deprecating silence - Gu Yun will always be calm, and he will always be the one who is scared to death.

Gu Yun was puzzled, not knowing what he sighed so much, turned his head and "looked" at him, and raised his eyebrows on the side.

Chang Geng took advantage of his blindfolded eyes and stared at him unrestrainedly.

Gu Yun touched his head along his arm and patted his head.

Chang Geng closed his eyes and almost wanted to rub against his hand, so he could hold it back.

He took Gu Yun's hand off and wrote: "The first time I saw such a situation with my adoptive father, I felt a little confused and a little scared."

What I fear most is the moment when the Japanese flew the boomerang to Gu Yun's chest.

Gu Yun seemed to remember something and suddenly laughed.

Chang Geng: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm too indulging in you," Gu Yun wrote in his palm, "If I dared to say the word "fear" in front of my father, I would have to be beaten."

Chang Geng thought silently: "Then why don't you ever hit me?"

Not only did he never beat him, he was even rare to speak harshly, and he would never be too fierce.

At first, he was afraid when facing the sword-master puppet and couldn't adapt. Gu Yun never showed too much disappointment or impatient expression. After more than a year, Chang Geng recalled that it was not the gaze taught by a strict senior, but more like he was smiling at a child playing clumsyly.

Gu Yun also wrote: "It is very troublesome for Japanese people to start with, and they have many tricks, but there are not many real experts. Look at his boomerang coming with great momentum, but in fact, the trajectory is curved, just to test whether I am really blind. There is nothing scary about Japanese people on this ship. What I am worried about is their destination."

Merchant ships should slowly sail out of the inland from the access between the sea and the canal, go into the sea and go east, and send live animals to Japan, passing through several inspection stations.

The spice ship must be accompanied by an incense master and handed over the inspected samples when passing the inspection station. Therefore, no matter what the real purpose of these merchant ships is, there must be a incense master covering up.

After the boat had been on the boat for more than ten days, Ge Pang sneaked into Gu Yun's room: "Hou...Mr. Zhang, Brother Chang Geng."

After saying that, he saw the blindfold on Mr. Gu's face and muttered, "I forgot that he was deaf."

As he said, he began to take things out of his arms, first two compass, and then a box of white vapors kept coming out. The fat man was very magical, his belly seemed to be retractable, and he could put a lot of things in his arms and take them out... He was not seen "ematurity".

Chang Geng: "What is this? There is still something burning inside?"

Ge Pang smiled and said, "Hehe, Zi Liujin."
To be continued...