Chapter 143 (1/2)

Yan Liqiang also took a nap in the inn courtyard of Tingtao Yayuan in the afternoon to nourish his spirit. After sleeping, he practiced Yijin washing marrow Sutra twice in his room. Then, like an ordinary hotel passenger, he left the inn, walked around the street outside, had dinner, and returned to the inn when it was getting dark.

Back in the courtyard, Yan Liqiang stood in front of the window of his room, looked at the sparkling Wanshou Lake outside the window, and waited patiently and slowly for the sky to get completely dark.

An hour later, it was completely dark. On the other side of Wanshou lake opposite Yan Liqiang, more than 1000 meters away, there was the plum garden. The pavilions and pavilions in the plum garden lit up a series of lanterns. From a distance, the sparkling water reflected a series of lanterns of different colors, which really seemed to have a different artistic conception.

At this time, Yan Liqiang finally moved. He took out his leather bag, took out a dagger from the bag, cut a piece of cloth in the leather bag, and took out a mask from the interlayer of the leather bag.

The mask was used by the mountain wind. After wearing this mask to destroy the Hong family that day, Yan Liqiang carefully put it away. He thought he would not use it in the future, but he didn't expect that it was not long before he came to Pingxi city this time, but it was time for the mountain wind to ”make waves”.

In the room, Yan Liqiang put the mask on his face carefully. After a while, a cold looking man with a pair of triangular eyes and a mountain breeze with an obvious mole on his left cheek appeared in the room.

After changing his clothes, Yan Liqiang took off his clothes in the room, wearing only a pair of shorts, then hung the arrow wrapped in waterproof tarpaulin on himself with a string, and then brought a dagger. After making sure that no one around paid attention, Yan Liqiang quietly opened the back window of his room and turned out from the window.

The window is more than two meters high from the ground. Under the window is a stone embankment with two floors and more than a foot wide. Next to the stone embankment is Wanshou lake. Standing under the window, you can also hear the noise of people eating and drinking in the nearby restaurant, as well as the sound of the lake gently beating the stone embankment.

Yan Liqiang took a deep breath, then, like a loach, slipped into the water without any movement, then plunged into the water and dived into the dimly lit plum garden in the distance.

In his last life, one of Yan Liqiang's favorite sports was swimming and diving. Yan Liqiang's level of swimming and diving, although he could not enter the provincial team and the national team, was outstanding among the amateurs.

In his previous life, Yan Liqiang could dive 40 meters in the water at one go. Today, when Yan Liqiang first exposed his head to breathe, his body was 200 meters away

His strong legs and arms after exercise enable him to move forward at a faster speed in the water. However, his lungs strengthened three times through Tiandao irrigation can make him feel like a fish in the water. Yan Liqiang is surprised at the time he can persist in the water with each breath.

When the night wind blows, there are some waves on the surface of Wanshou lake, but these waves do not affect Yan Liqiang who is moving rapidly in the water. On the contrary, because of these waves, Yan Liqiang's head is not easy to be found when he is out of the water for air. On such a night, unless it is within a distance of more than ten meters, Otherwise, even if someone saw Yan Liqiang's head coming out of the lake, no one would think it was a man, but only a fish or a turtle released in Wanshou lake.

It took about ten minutes for Yan Liqiang to cross Wanshou lake and come to the water area of Meiyuan after less than ten breaths.

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In the plum garden, near the Wanshou lake, there is a loft in the form of a four story building ship. At this time, it is brightly lit and full of friends. There are bursts of melodious silk and bamboo sounds and women's gentle and sharp songs in the attic. From time to time, there are full of cheers from the attic. Here is the most lively place in the plum garden at night, Meiyuan singing workshop, a group of famous actors in Pingxi City, Huadan, Xiaosheng martial arts, and various troupes have to stage and sing some big plays here every night.

In this era of lack of entertainment, watching plays has almost become the biggest entertainment for many people. The performances and big plays in the Meiyuan singing workshop have also attracted a lot of rich and rich people in Pingxi city. Every night, the Meiyuan singing workshop is almost full.

”Ha, boss Li, you're here. Our boss kept all your reserved seats for you. Why are you late tonight? The drunken Golden branch has been singing for almost a quarter...” at the door of Meiyuan singing workshop, a welcoming waiter saw a portly man eating a big meat pie at a time. As he walked over, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

”Stop it, I just closed the shop tonight in order to come to the theatre, and I didn't eat this dinner. Unexpectedly, the bus axle on this road was broken. It took a while to take me in. I heard the sound, the little jade lotus has come out...” the portly man hurriedly stuffed the big cake in his hand into his mouth and walked inside again and again.

”Already on the stage...”

”Then hurry...” the man said. He didn't even care to eat the big cake in his hand. There was a half palm sized piece of the big cake in his hand. As soon as he threw it away, he threw it into the nearby lake, wiped his mouth and walked into the singing workshop.

”Putong”, listening to the voice of dialogue from above, the half slapped cake just fell on the water less than half a meter next to Yan Liqiang. The splashed water droplets also flew to Yan Liqiang's face and startled Yan Liqiang.

At the moment, Yan Liqiang has come to the water port next to the singing workshop. Next to him are the stone columns that hit the water one by one. The bridge deck of the water port extends from above. His position is just the visual dead corner area of the people above.

Yan Liqiang didn't move in the water. He even stopped breathing. When he found that the thing thrown into the water was only half a cake and he wasn't found, he was relieved - Fuck!

The half cake sank and floated with the water waves on the water surface. Yan Liqiang waited until there was no sound on it, so he dived all the way down the tortuous water port to an island more than 100 meters away from the plum garden singing workshop.