With Mo Tie's nod, although there were still many monks who were unwilling, they all failed to mention the courage to attack.

One after another, the famous Tsing Yi monks came to the observation deck, and each passenger followed a Tsing Yi monk to the room where he was to search, if any monk did not want to go, he could stay on the observation deck, and there would be a Tsing Yi monk to investigate.

However, there are only a few such monks, and Wu Chen is one of these few.

Wu Chen looked forward, and in addition to himself, the hunchbacked old woman and the little girl with double pigtails also stayed on the viewing platform.

The ferry steward did not leave, and looked at the place where the cabin was located with a smile, not knowing what to think.

The delay of the monk of the famous sect on the observation deck on the second floor is not short, Mo Yue has half an hour long, as for why he is not worried about the thieves escaping the ferry, not to mention that the periphery of the ferry is covered with a formation barrier that is difficult for ordinary Xuan Emperors to break, you must know that the ferry under his feet is soaring at a height of tens of thousands of meters, without the means and strength of the powerhouses of the Three Realms, even if he breaks away from the ferry, he will only be ten dead and lifeless.

It's just a matter of closing the door to find a dog, at most, it takes some time to search piece by piece, anyway, there is still a short time to reach the destination in Zhongzhou, and the freight ferry is already slower.

After all, it can be found, so Wenbian is not too worried about this matter, and Wenbian's thoughts have already drifted to the pretty peak in Zhongzhou.

The famous sect wants to go further on the cargo ferry to stabilize his position, but how does he, the old steward of the ferry, who has been a ferryman for nearly ten years, not want to go further?

Others only know that he has unlimited scenery and is highly respected in the famous sect, and many monks want to stammered with him, the steward in charge of the ferry, to get some cheap personal gains, and the private benefits that can be carried by a cargo ferry are huge.

He has been benefiting from it all these years.

But all this is about to become a thing of the past, the more experienced the ferry, the better, there are many monks in the famous sect who are more experienced than him, and the reason why he has been able to run a ferry for nearly ten years is more due to the efforts of the forces behind it.

The bigger the sect, the more complicated the power, and there are so many resources in one sect, one more bite to eat, and that one to be hungry.

Therefore, he Wenbian has been conscientiously working hard for the forces behind him all these years, trying his best to take care of this ferry, of course, it is precisely because of this ferry that it has brought him Wenbian's transcendent status in the sect and his own mountain.

But all this is about to become a thing of the past, and the previous Dao is not only not from the same vein as himself, but even from the hostile vein, and there are many frictions and confrontations with the original vein he is in.

However, the line to which he belonged suddenly gained the upper hand in the recent intra-sect dispute, and the ferry that he had been in charge of for nearly ten years would also be divided into the other party.

Similar to this kind of division of interests, it is just a normal thing for these clans.

The prosperity must be reversed, the decline must be prosperous, and only one by one will ensure the vitality of the sect, and the strong will not be poor.

Although Wenbian lost control of the ferry, it also divided other resources, although the benefits that the ferry could bring were not as good as those brought by the ferry, but it was also expensive.

Overall, for the master of his own lineage, the old man who had a position in the Famous Ancestral Hall did not have much to lose.

But when he heard it, it was different, without the gold-inlaid identity of the ferry steward, just by virtue of cultivation, a Xuanhuang who was basically hopeless could only rank in the middle and upper reaches of his vein, let alone in the entire Famous Sect.

As for going to a certain ferry boat to be a more than enough deputy, not to mention that the peak master of his vein would not agree, even how could he let go of his ten-year steward status to see people's faces and act.

Wen Bian's state of mind is actually no different from Mo Tie, at most, his identity is different.

Wu Chen retracted his gaze and looked down, and found that the little girl behind the hunchbacked old woman was turning her head and sticking out her tongue at herself, but she was a very clever ghost.

He shook his hand at the little girl, as if asking the little girl if she wanted to take a bite.

The light ambergris rice fragrance overflows, not the aroma of wine, only the fragrance of rice, but the fragrance of this rice is slightly intoxicating.

After the pigtailed little girl sniffed deeply, her little face, which was not round, instantly turned ruddy, and after shaking her head, she secretly pointed to the hunchbacked old woman beside her.

Okay, he's still a sensible clever ghost.

The little girl with pigtails has a pair of excellent cultivation muscles that most monks would envy out of thin air, but these muscles and bones are not visible.

The story of Bole Maxima in secular dynasties is widely circulated, but it is no more than this for these mountain monks.

If you have a good cultivation muscle, if you don't have a leading monk who knows this kind of muscle, then it is no different from an ordinary monk.

The peculiar root bones of the little girl with pigtails are probably caused by genetics, just like a mysterious beast with the blood of ancient atavism.

The children born to the powerful Mysterious Beasts are naturally extraordinary, and the same is true for the children born to the monks of the Upper Three Realms.

This is the case with the little girl with pigtails, but she doesn't know how many generations of diluted inheritance of her bloodline bone was born into her body, so this bone is difficult to appear, and it needs to be practiced with special exercises.

The little girl's cultivation at this time is only the peak of the Xuan, not as good as the Xuanjiang, and the veins in her body are also messy and blocked, which is because she lacks the cultivation exercises corresponding to the root bones, just like the upper-grade seventh-order formation but uses the lower-grade first-order formation eye, not only can it not play the role of the seventh-order formation, but it will even destroy the seventh-order formation.

The wrong practice secret will not only ruin the little girl's cultivation path, but also cause a great burden on her body.

Wu Chen knew about these things, so he used the aroma of some essence of ambergris rice wine to slightly reduce the burden of the little girl and temporarily loosen the meridians.

Sure enough.

The little girl with pigtails was suddenly startled on her face, and then trembled slightly, looking at Wu Chen with joy and confusion.

Two others turned around.

The hunchbacked old woman turned to look at Wu Chen because she noticed the strangeness of the little girl, and the strange smell that was inexplicable, just smelling it made her feel like she was rejuvenated.

The most surprising thing is actually Wenbian.

Although I don't know the source of that fragrance as for ambergris rice, what kind of good thing has he never seen as a ferry steward who has been a ferry steward for nearly ten years?

That's not what the cargo ferries do.

Several people stared at Wu Chen, but they didn't know that the corners of Wu Chen's mouth also showed a shallow smile that was not easy to detect.