A smaller, interstate ferry is speeding through the space.

It's not that the smaller the ferry, the faster it will be, and the larger the volume, the slower it will be.

Contrary.

The larger the interstate ferry, the more formation runes can be accommodated and inscribed, and the stronger its bearing capacity.

Of course, the cost will only be higher, and the speed will be faster.

As the old saying goes, expensive is not necessarily the best, but it is never the worst.

Compared to ferries, it is much simpler, and the more expensive one must be the best.

On the deck of the second deck of the ferry, a fat young man was bending over and vomiting against a wooden railing at the edge.

The fat man's stomach was full of bitterness, and he was as uncomfortable as turning over the river and the sea.

Apparently a manifest maladaptation after the first ferry ride.

The chubby man's eyes still have translucent crystal teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes, which are half unfalling.

There were a few monks who looked like fat men, all of them younger-faced monks.

Compared with the wide body robes that prevailed in Zhongzhou, these monks were dressed in the Beizhou style.

The fatter man's legs trembled, and he almost didn't stand firmly, and hurriedly held on to the low railing beside him.

In the end, he didn't even bother to hold on to the railing, "plopped", and sat directly on the deck.

The fatter man sighed softly, his face full of uncontrollable remorse.

"What, this can't stand it?" said a magnetic voice from the man's left ear.

The fat man hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see a middle-aged man dressed in yew and black silk around his waist standing proudly on his left side, looking down at himself.

The man hurriedly held on to the railing and tried to stand up, but his legs and feet were extremely faceless, and with a big belly, he sat down on the deck again.

The man in the purple shirt waved his hand, signaling that there was no need to do so.

It was precisely because of this action of the yew man that the slightly chubby man had a strength in his body that came from nowhere, and he jumped up holding on to the railing.

But all this fell in the eyes of the purple-shirted man, and there was no encouragement, joy or sadness.

"Do you know what our Qian family is all about?" the purple-shirted man asked softly.

The slightly chubby man frowned slightly, pondered a little, and said, "Work hard, don't admit defeat?"

The man in the purple shirt shook his head, walked slowly to the railing, next to the voice of the fatter man, and looked out of the ferry.

The night scene is beautiful, no dark clouds shrouded, the starry sky is brilliant, and it is like picking the stars with your hands.

Especially standing on the ferry boat that is traveling at an altitude of 10,000 meters, it feels like you are in the sea of stars and clouds.

The man in the purple shirt stretched out his slender right arm, and pointed towards the star point that seemed to be close at hand, and surrounded his five fingers, wanting to hold the star with his fingers.

It's close at hand, but it's actually thousands of miles away, and it's just powerless.

The middle-aged man in the purple shirt chuckled, and as expected, he turned his head and continued to say to the fatter man: "First of all, regardless of Zhongzhou, the head of the five states that is about to arrive, let's just say that the ten major families of our Beizhou Tiandao City, in terms of hard work, I am ashamed of myself, and in terms of not admitting defeat, it is the Zhong family." ”

The fatter man frowned, "That's?"

"Alive. ”

"Alive?"

The purple-shirted man nodded affirmatively, "That's right, it's to live, when others think you're dead, you can continue to live until you do, and during your life, forbearance and hard work are all among them." ”

The slightly chubby man was stunned, not because he didn't understand, but because it was too simple, so simple that people couldn't believe it.

The purple-robed man said meaningfully: "It's okay, you will understand after all, just live until the day you understand." ”

The purple-robed middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the five or six young men on the deck, and his majesty gradually revealed: "Do you know why I suddenly brought you to Zhongzhou?"

Although it was the first time to take the interstate ferry, the five or six young monks dressed in uniform robes seemed more calm, and although their faces still showed bitterness, they had not yet reached the point where their strands trembled and went soft.

The purple-robed middle-aged man's words instantly aroused the momentum of these young monks.

Eyes blazing, full of ambition!

Because after four or five days, it is close to Zhongzhou, the first of the five states, and that is Zhongzhou!

It has only been a year or two since Beizhou opened its door, but the changes are really earth-shaking.

With the successive cooperation between Zhongzhou Litianzong and Beizhou, the major sects in Zhongzhou have also smelled the signs of interest.

Sihai Commercial Bank was smoothly connected.

Then, the third sect that was recognized by the Heavenly Dao Mansion and allowed to enter was the unexpected Listening to the Rain Sect.

The Listening Rain Sect set up a Listening Rain Pavilion in the Heavenly Dao City of Beizhou as the location of the Listening Rain Sect.

Therefore, the Shanshui Mansion newspaper engraved with the sign of the Listening Rain Sect began to be popular in Beizhou.

These newspapers are just to introduce some stories about Zhongzhou's landscapes, the forces on the mountains, and the names of the mountains, and some interesting stories about Zhongzhou in the middle.

A certain genius disciple similar to a certain sect name mountain fell in love with an ordinary female monk.

A friendship between a certain sect and a big clan like a golden boy and a jade girl.

Ordinary and even some vulgar little things on the mountain, that is, ordinary and unusual.

However, listening to Yuzong's bet this time, it can be said that it is a heavy treasure, because there have been three issues of the Shanshui Mansion newspaper called "Shallow Rut" in a row, and the period is not only sold out, but it was also robbed not long after it came out.

In the Heavenly Dao City, if any monk didn't hold a copy of the report from the Shan Shui Mansion issued by the Yu Sect, he would be embarrassed, and the superior monk proudly called himself.

After the news was sent back by Tingyu Sect, the old ancestor of Tingyu Sect took the case on the spot, and sent Tingyu Sect, one of the three old writers like Dinghai Shenpin, to lead Linfeng Wei, who had the most qualified qualifications in Tingyu Sect, to Beizhou in the near future, and would preside over all matters of Tingyu Pavilion.

Sometimes listening to the rain sect represents a kind of potential, a vague general trend.

What changed was that more and more clan-name mountains that smelled blood began to want to pour into the Beizhou realm, but these Zhongzhou clans touched a hard stone in Beizhou.

A barrage stone intercepted in front of them, a boulder composed of the Heavenly Dao Mansion and the Heavenly Dao Academy.

Many Zongzi Shan Tou with a long history still remember that the last time such a situation happened was when the door of Nanzhou was opened.

The difference is that at that time, Nanzhou did not have Lanzhou Mansion, and there was no peak sword cultivation of Emperor Xuan whose combat power was comparable to that of Xuan Sheng.

And Beizhou not only has the sword cultivator who stands at the peak of the Xuanwu Continent, but also the Heavenly Dao Mansion that far surpasses the Lanzhou Mansion, and there is a Heavenly Dao Academy behind the Heavenly Dao Mansion.

In fact, the real treasure of listening to the rain sect is not just those Shanshui Mansion newspapers that are making money every day.

Rather, it was allowed to be established by the Lower Sect Listening to the Rain Pavilion.