The Luotian Grand Ceremony had concluded.
Yu Luming stood outside the Celestial Master's Hall, in the place once occupied by the Old Celestial Master, gazing at the setting sun.
The same sunset now evoked a different feeling.
Liu Yiren stood behind Yu Luming. "The guests have all descended the mountain," she said.
"Brother Yan has also left?" Yu Luming inquired.
Liu Yiren nodded. "He entrusted Hall Master Shan Li and Senior Shan Tong to bid us farewell. He didn't come himself, likely fearing he would disturb you."
After this ordeal, Dragon Tiger Mountain had suffered considerable damage. Even Liu Yiren, who had joined not long ago, now assumed the position of Grand Elder Zhang Sishui, busying herself with the affairs of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Yu Luming was now like the Old Celestial Master of the past, and Liu Yiren had become Zhang Sishui.
Yu Luming had a premonition that the world was changing. The older generation was gradually fading, and the new generation of young people was beginning to rise.
He gazed at the sunset and murmured, "The martial world is vast, chivalry endures. The mountains are high, the waters long, and the journey is heavy with responsibility..."
This conversation should have ended there.
But Liu Yiren could not help but add, "When Uncle Yan Chou and his group descended the mountain, they got into a conflict with someone halfway down."
"Oh? Why the conflict, and who was the other party?" Yu Luming asked, confused.
"They were Uncle Yan Chou's enemies. They had been waiting at the foot of the mountain before the Luotian Grand Ceremony began, blocking Yan Shouyi. But the Old Celestial Master personally intervened and brought Yan Shouyi up the mountain, so they couldn't do anything," Liu Yiren explained. "Later, when Uncle Yan Chou descended, he fought them along the way. Grandmaster Ma Hong of Xingyi Sect had his hands crippled, and other experts also met with tragic fates. In the end, over twenty ambulances were needed, and the city bureau thought a serious brawl had occurred. Fortunately, the Second Elder intervened to resolve the matter."
Yu Luming broke into a sweat. "These people truly have no sense. They dared to cause trouble for Yan Shouyi's father, and furthermore, they dared to stir up trouble at the foot of our Dragon Tiger Mountain. Did the Second Elder not make any statement?"
Liu Yiren replied, "The Second Elder had disciples quietly deflate the tires of the ambulances."
"...Hmm, well done!"
***
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"
"West Lake's beauty, in the third month of the year! Spring rain like wine, willows like mist!"
"Fate brings us together from a thousand miles apart, but without fate, our hands can't meet even when face to face!"
"Ten years of cultivating to share a boat ride, a hundred years to share a pillow~"
"If we have fortune for a thousand, ten thousand years, we'll be together until our hair turns white~~"
"La la la la la, la la la la la~"
"La la la, la la la la la~~~"
The next day at noon, the sun shone brightly, and the spring breeze was as gentle as silk.
On a small boat on West Lake, the most famous scenic spot in Qiantang, Long Feicheng and Weng Qianxiang sang love songs from "Legend of the White Snake" back and forth.
The songs were good, but sung by these two, they were truly a disfigurement of the scenery.
Even the boatman couldn't stand it and covered his ears, saying, "Can you two guests please stop singing?"
Long Feicheng was displeased. "We paid to ride the boat, and we're not even allowed to belt out a few tunes? You didn't say singing was forbidden on West Lake when we bought the tickets!"
The boatman wore a mournful expression. "When I applied for the boatman position, I never expected to suffer such torment just by rowing a boat!"
"..."
"If you want to sing, you'll have to pay extra."
Weng Qianxiang was dumbfounded. "Boatman, are you running a black market boat? You're extorting us halfway across the lake. If we don't pay, you'll push us into the lake and drown us."
"This is a society governed by law. I just want to earn more money so I can find a place to clean my ears after work," the boatman said. "Like getting an ear cleaning or something."
Long Feicheng couldn't be bothered with the boatman and started singing another hit song: "A thousand years to wait for one encounter~~ I have no regrets~~~ Who whispers in my ear~ saying~~ love me forever unchanging~~"
Just as Long Feicheng was singing happily, a large wave suddenly surged from the lake, like a slap, fiercely striking Long Feicheng's face.
Not only did the wave hurt Long Feicheng's face, but it also forced him to swallow a mouthful of West Lake water.
The boatman burst into laughter. "Even the Dragon King of West Lake can't stand it! Hahahaha!"
Long Feicheng turned into a drowned rat, and the others couldn't help but laugh. Even Wei Changqing, who had been sitting in the corner and remained silent, could barely hold back his amusement.
Although Wei Changqing followed Yan Shouyi, he deliberately suppressed his aura and rarely spoke, making his presence extremely low-key, almost invisible.
His existence, like that of Xue Kai the shadow, was one in the open and one in the dark.
Speaking of Xue Kai, due to the special circumstances of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Xue Kai had stayed at the foot of the mountain the entire time, keeping an eye on Ma Hong and others. It wasn't until Yan Shouyi and his group descended the mountain that Xue Kai was able to rendezvous with Yan Shouyi.
Long Feicheng sat back beside Yan Shouyi, looking wronged, and asked curiously, "Brother Yan, do you think there really is a Dragon King at the bottom of West Lake? Was I just beaten by the Dragon King?"
"I don't know if there's a Dragon King at the bottom of West Lake, but that wave just now definitely wasn't from the Dragon King," Yan Shouyi said, glancing at the boatman.
Long Feicheng exclaimed in surprise, "You mean, that wave was made by the boatman?"
Yan Shouyi chuckled lightly. "This boatman likely has forty years of experience sailing. He knows West Lake like the back of his hand and is fully aware of the water conditions. Making a wave to slap your face would be easy, wouldn't it?"
"This... true masters are indeed among the common folk!"
Instead of being angry, Long Feicheng couldn't help but sigh. He had a broad mind and didn't care about what had just happened.
Han San stood at the stern of the boat, admiring the scenery of West Lake. When he wasn't speaking, he looked quite proper.
Weng Qianxiang remarked, "This Qiantang is truly a prosperous land. It's much better than my hometown."
"Qiantang is situated on a dragon脉 (dragon vein) and is a place where national destiny resides, so prosperity is to be expected," Yan Shouyi said.
At this, Han San became interested. "During the Luotian Grand Ceremony, Brother Yan suppressed Yan Guochao of the Feng Shui family with his hundred and eight layers of the compass. Your mastery of Feng Shui must be profound. Why not take this opportunity to introduce us to the Feng Shui of Qiantang?"
Long Feiche and Weng Qianxiang joined in the excitement, and even Wei Changqing shifted his gaze to Yan Shouyi's face, awaiting his analysis.
With everyone showing such interest, Yan Shouyi did not refuse and began his analysis.
Qiantang, established as a county seat during the Qin Dynasty, has a history of over 2,200 years. It was once the capital of the Wu Yue Kingdom and the Southern Song Dynasty, making it one of the eight ancient capitals. Known for its beautiful scenery, it is often called "Paradise on Earth."
And when speaking of Qiantang, one cannot help but mention its West Lake.
Although Rongcheng also has a West Lake, Rongcheng's West Lake pales in comparison to Qiantang's West Lake.
If Rongcheng's West Lake gathers the fortune of the entire city, then Qiantang's West Lake carries the destiny of a nation.
Around Qiantang, there are a total of eleven dragon脉 (dragon veins), with the most powerful Kun dragon脉 being Qiantang's main dragon脉. With this dragon脉, how could Qiantang's Feng Shui be anything but excellent?
In addition to this most powerful Kun dragon脉, several dragon脉 (dragon veins) surrounding Qiantang form a "Spiritual Turtle Picking Pearls" Feng Shui arrangement. This is a prosperous and auspicious Feng Shui pattern, which also brings considerable wealth to Qiantang.
In Feng Shui, water represents wealth. Therefore, the "Spiritual Turtle Picking Pearls" alone is not enough. The true reason for Qiantang's immense prosperity is the Qiantang West Lake, where Yan Shouyi and his group are currently situated!