Chapter 2: Bibo City

It's just that the reign name has changed from Xianwu to Tianyuan, and a small change in the name doesn't seem to be a big deal.
But understand that the scope of influence involved in the change of the year name encompasses the entire human race.
Under the premise of such a wide range, a small change is enough to set off a big storm, not to mention the change is something that is extremely profound.
This is more than what the mere butterfly effect can summarize?
After getting the confirmation, Lu Qingshan sat back on the wooden chair in amazement.
This episode did not interrupt the leisurely sentiments of the tea guests, and the world will fall into chaos as the storyteller said, and the tea guests did not take it seriously.
Let’s not say whether it is true or not, the firewood, rice, oil and salt alone are enough to worry about the market folks. The chaos in the world seems to be too far away for them, and there is not much to do.
Mr. Storyteller then took out the inventory in his stomach, speaking dryly, but still insisting on talking. During the process, he cast his eyes at Lu Qingshan invisibly from time to time.
He is also looking forward to receiving one or two rewards from Lu Qingshan.
But the result was disappointing, because the handsome boy brother has been motionless since sitting down, as if thinking about something.
Lu Qingshan's mood is a bit complicated, with a bit of surprise but also a bit of worry.
The joy is the joy. Since history has undergone such a big change, it shows that it is completely feasible to change the original plot development he wanted.
The so-called big hand in the dark, correcting history back to its original trajectory, is simply nonsense and does not exist.
The worry is because he has only been in this world for half a year, and his own strength is still very small. Therefore, even after many attempts in the corpse puppet chaos, he still failed to prevent the destruction of Zhenjiang city and the recovery of Luo Hu.
The only commendable thing is that the number of survivors in Zhenjiang City is more than 800,000 more than before.
But such a trivial change has already caused such a big shift in history.
If you continue to develop in this way, unless you do nothing, history will definitely develop into a completely different situation from the previous life.
This means that he will lose his most important reliance.
Yes, in Lu Qingshan's heart, his biggest golden finger has always been his knowledge of the plot.
After pondering for a long time, Lu Qingshan finally recovered, picked up the teacup, and drank the tea in the cup.
Regardless of what he does, do it first and then talk about it. Don’t you want to change the original plot development?
Lu Qingshan, who had figured it out, no longer struggled, and greeted the King West Rat, who used illusion skills to blind mortals, and who was eating and drinking wantonly on the table, got up and walked outside.
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As soon as you leave the teahouse, you are oncoming a spacious and bright street far better than Zhenjiang City, and the smell of salty sea wafts in the air.
This is Bibo City, the capital city of Jianzhou Jian'an Prefecture, and the largest coastal port city in the Southern Region. It is a transit hub connecting the Southern Region and the South China Sea Islands. It is prosperous and ranks first among all the provincial cities in the Southern Region.
"Lu Qingshan, what kind of sword are you looking for?" Standing on Lu Qingshan's shoulders, King West Rat took the trouble to ask the questions he had repeatedly asked in the past three months.
"In the teahouse just now, didn't you hear it?" This time Lu Qingshan didn't have the appetite of King West Rat anymore, and said calmly.
"What?" The Western Rat was taken aback, and he quickly searched for his own memory in his small brain, and quickly reacted, "You mean, Sanchifeng?!"
"Yeah." Lu Qingshan nodded.
"Didn't it mean that the Mo family was destroyed twenty years ago?" The Western Rat King was very puzzled.
"The Mo family was indeed destroyed, but the Patriarch of the Mo family survived, and the three-foot front is in the hands of the Patriarch of the Mo family." Lu Qingshan's eyes flashed with brilliance.
This is the purpose of his trip to the South China Sea this time.
Sword repairers choose natal swords, it is often more careful than choosing Dao companions.
After all, Taoist companion may not be able to accompany you for a lifetime, but the natal sword can.
With Lu Qingshan's vision, he would naturally look down on ordinary swords.
But the miraculousness of this three-foot front, even him, is tempted, because the three-foot front is a sword weapon of heavenly quality!
"Do you know where the Patriarch of the Mo family is staying now?!" The Western Rat King was very clever and immediately made the most reasonable guess.
Lu Qingshan shook his head slightly, "He is invisible and his whereabouts are erratic, so how can I know where he is?"
King West Rat's voice was a bit sharp, "You don't know where he is? Then how are you looking for a sword? You can't find a needle in a haystack?!"
Lu Qingshan smiled when he heard the words, nodded seriously, and said to King West Mouse: "You really guessed it, I just want to find a needle in a haystack~EbookFREE.me~ here." Lu Qingshan looked at the huge port in front of him. Whispered.
The port of Bibo City, Bibo Port.
Pieces of huge commercial ships, cargo ships, and passenger ships crowded the port space, and the flow of people was bustling.
The daily throughput of Bibo Port is an astonishing number. Almost every hour there will be several fleets either sailing out of Bibo Port or returning to the port.
In a world with monks, its shipbuilding industry is far more advanced than China in ancient times. It can be seen that the largest merchant ship in the port has even reached one or two thousand meters. Of course, this type of merchant ship cannot be simply caused by What mortals create must contain more or less comprehension skills.
Lu Qingshan was going to go to sea to find a sword, so he had to travel by boat.
Above the South China Sea, there are many islands. Except for the real powerful monks and monks with brains, no one will choose to fly on their way.
Because above the South China Sea, each island is far apart, such a long distance, there is no place to replenish spiritual power, once the spiritual power of the monk is exhausted, it is necessary to fall into the sea.
Even a monk can't soak in the sea for too long, let alone bloodthirsty water monsters in the sea, which is extremely dangerous.
Lu Qingshan wandered around Bibo Port, looking for a medium-sized fleet that was about to go to sea from the fleet that was planning to go to the Poseidon Islands.
It was originally a caravan and didn't carry any passengers, but money can make ghosts go ahead. As long as the price is enough, these caravans can pull a boat of monkeys, let alone people.
Lu Qingshan paid enough for the price, negotiated with the boss of the ship, and decided on the itinerary.
The Poseidon Islands, eight or nine thousand miles away from Bibo City, are the largest islands within 10,000 miles outside Bibo City.