The fishing boat left the wharf of Mantuo Villa and followed the road from which it had come towards Sanhezhuang. Perhaps in response to the proverb that one is born and two times ripe, this time the boatman said a lot more than when he was there, most of them were talking about the Swallow Dock and the customs and anecdotes in Suzhou City.

Many of them Richard had already heard of from Gongye Qian, and now that the boatman mentioned it again, it suddenly reminded him of this big brother, in this swallow dock, except for Mantuo Villa, he had the best relationship with himself. At the beginning, when he could only use the Yang Song Tianjun in the palm of the Tianshan Six Yangs, he also realized from his palm. I haven't seen him for so long, and I don't know how he's doing now?

Richard looked up at the boatman and asked softly, "Do you know the owner of Chixia Village, Gong Yeqian?" Is he still in Swallow Dock? ”

The boatman smiled and said: "The second owner is naturally in Yanziwu, I heard that he happened to be in Chixia Village these days, and Chixia Village is not far from here, and it can be reached in a quarter of an hour." Little Sword Saint want to go and see it? ”

Richard smiled and shook his head, "No, if you see him one day and say hello to him on my behalf, just say that I will come to Yanziwu next time and invite him to drink in Chixiazhuang." ”

The boatman answered, quickly diverted the topic, lightly tapped the penny in his hand on the underwater ground, and pushed the fishing boat slowly forward.

Gradually, Richard suddenly realized that something was wrong, the way the fishing boat was going was not the same way it came! The water surface of Swallow Dock is vast, landmarks such as buildings are rare, and the boatman has just been chatting with himself to divert his attention, so he didn't find out until now!

After looking around at the direction of the people, Richard quickly had a countermeasure in his heart, and gently waved his palm towards the water, and the gentle palm force fell on the water surface and caused a ripple, and the direction of the fishing boat turned slightly and changed to another direction.

A quarter of an hour later, when the boatman saw the dock not far away, his face couldn't help but show a trace of surprise, he obviously headed the boat to the middle of the swallow dock, how could he return to the dock?!

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he turned his head to look at Richard at the stern of the boat, smiled bitterly in his heart, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, only felt that his tongue was dry.

This matter is small to say that he can mess around and say that he is lost, and if he says it is big, it is deliberately playing, even if Ximen Gua pulls out his sword and cuts off his head with a sword, no one in the rivers and lakes will say that he is not doing it right, and the Murong family behind him will not pour dirty water on himself in order to please Ximen melon, it is not bad, and he will not say half a good word for himself.

His life is now in the hands of the watermelon in front of him.

The boatman even secretly regretted in his heart, why did he covet that little credit and report his encounter with the little sword saint. Such an invitation method may be useful for other charlatans, but what kind of character is the little sword master? How can it be the same as ordinary charlatans, how can it not be recognized?

Richard stood up and clasped his fists at the boatman and said with a smile: "Thank you for sending the boatman, and thank you to the Murong family on my behalf." ”

As he spoke, he rose into the air, touched his toes lightly on the water, and came to the shore. The boatman let out a cold sweat as he looked at his departing back, and sat down on the ground with his legs limped and his buttocks, almost sinking into the water.

His eyes immediately revealed a trace of happiness and gratitude for the rest of his life, Richard's last sentence just now not only exempted him from the possibility of being punished by the Murong family for his unfavorable actions, but also might be able to turn his mistakes into merits.

Back in Suzhou City, Richard directly teleported back to Tsing Yi Lou through the post station in Suzhou City, and when he saw Huo Xiu without waiting for him to speak, Huo Xiu asked with concern: "How is it?" ”

Richard took out the Rui Beast Chronicle from his bosom and handed it to him, saying, "The content of this Rui Beast Chronicle is roughly the same as what the master said, and now the only problem is..."

Huo Xiu took Rui Beast Zhi and flipped through it, and said, "Even if the content in this book is true, I don't know if it's true or false, right?" If this is a made-up bizarre, wouldn't it be worthless? Even more terrifying, Emperor Shakti has lived for thousands of years, how many identities have he changed in the past thousand years? One of them may be the author of this Rui Beast Chronicle! This book of Rui Beasts, maybe he wrote... Hey? ”

His voice stopped abruptly, staring at the three words on the title page and frowning deeply, his face changed and changed, shocked, shocked, and even a trace of disbelief.

After a while, he said softly: "This book of Rui Beast Chronicles cannot be written by Emperor Shakti, and the content in it is also true. ”

Richard was puzzled in his heart, Huo Xiu was obviously suspicious just now, why did he suddenly become so sure now? Could it be that it is because of the three words of evil Taoyuan?

He turned his mouth towards the Rui Beast Zhinunu and asked, "Old Huotou, do you know this person?" ”

Huo Xiu said in a sullen voice: "The Evil Paradise is not a person, this is a place. I also learned not long ago that there is such a place in the world, and the meaning of the three words in this book should be that this book is from this place, not by a person called Evil Taoyuan. ”

Richard couldn't help but laugh and said, "What is this, what are you talking about." How did I not know that there is another place on the rivers and lakes called the Paradise of Evil? If it wasn't written by Evil, then who wrote it? ”

A fine light flashed in Huo Xiu's eyes, and he slowly spit out four words, "Twelve frightened." ”

Richard almost thought there was something wrong with his ears, "What??? Twelve: Panic? What does this have to do with the Twelve's panic... Old Huotou, do you mean to say that the Twelve Horrors are in this place called the Paradise of Evil?! ”

Huo Xiu nodded, stood up and took down a few books on the shelf, only to hear a sound from behind the bookshelf, the bookshelf slowly opened to both sides, and behind the bookshelf was a secret room, and there were three bookshelves in the secret room, each with some files on it. Hohugh walked over to a bookshelf and picked up a dossier and handed it to Richard.

"The news of the Twelve Panic in the world was very noisy, and during the boiling days, I asked Tsing Yi Lou to collect the news about the Twelve Panic, and finally through the collection of a lot of information and analysis, I came up with some information about the Twelve Panic. In the rivers and lakes hundreds of years ago, there was a legend about the Twelve Horrors, in addition to his omnipotence and ability to fulfill any wish of people, which appeared once every hundred years, there was another legend. ”

"The legend is about how to find the Twelve Tyriffs, and according to legend, the Twelve Terrors live in a forest called the Peach Paradise, and it is not difficult to recognize him, and according to legend, he has a unique sign."

Richard couldn't help frowning and asked, "What?" ”

"Left blue sky, right bright moon!"

(End of chapter)