Yangzhou City is near the sea, and the ferry port is naturally very large, running through all directions.

It's morning, the most vibrant time of the day, and the sea is sparkling and the waves are undulating under the bright sunshine.

On the coast, countless boats, large and small, docked or set sail, and the crowd came and went, went and came.

Lan Tian was dressed in a blue shirt, and his expression was full of sighs.

Spectacular!

If the most spectacular thing in Tangmen is the organ city, then the most spectacular thing in Yangzhou is this ferry.

As far as the eye can see, the largest ships in the park are no worse than real-world luxury cruise ships, and are actually much larger.

There is technology in reality, and there is also technology that can be compared to technology in ancient times.

Coming back to his senses, Lan Tian glanced at the continuous boats and opened a private chat.

Qingfeng left him the coordinates in his dream, but it seemed that the location was a little remote.

A moment later, at the edge of the dock, Lan Tian looked at the tattered light boat in front of him, and hesitated with the white-haired old man in the old clothes resting with his back against the wheel of the boat and squinting his eyes.

He is now very skeptical that this Ye Qingzhou can go to sea, and whether the old man who seems to be dying can really control the boat...

The boat is too broken, too small, too fragile, and if you go out to sea, it is estimated that a wave will capsize.

And the boatman, too old ...

Silently, the blue sky is right under the coordinates.

That's right, this is it.

Sighing silently, he had to get on the boat, at least, there was still a boat, it was better than swimming over.

Feixian Island is not close.

When the curtain was lifted, the layout inside suddenly made the blue sky shine.

Unlike the tattered appearance, there is a hole in the small cabin.

A soft and comfortable blanket, a sandalwood table, a pot of wine, a stove of incense...

There are three more people.

Qingfeng was slowly wiping the long sword in his hand, and his expression looked very satisfied.

The monk Mingkong was closing his eyes and recuperating, while moving the Buddhist beads in his hand, while silently reciting the scriptures.

Unlike the two, the demon girl seemed to be bored, her eyes were blank, and she looked at the monk Mingkong quietly.

After a pause, Lan Tian withdrew his gaze from the bewitching body and bare black silk beautiful legs, looking for an empty seat.

However, the cabin is too narrow, and it can indeed seat four people under normal circumstances, but now it is obviously abnormal, because the demon girl is lying down on the pillow.

Such a pose is seductive and beautiful, but it also occupies the position of two people.

The demon girl seemed to be unconscious, still looking at the monk.

Seeing this, the blue sky looked at the breeze and fell asleep.

After wiping the sword body, Qingfeng looked at the monk in a dream.

So, Lan Tian also looked at the monk.

After a long time, Mingkong flicked the fingers of the Buddha beads, stopped chanting, opened his eyes and saw the clear wind and the blue sky, and said, "What do you see me doing?" ”

Qingfeng lowered his head in a dream and continued to wipe the sword body, and said lightly: "Your bald head is too bright." ”

Mingkong touched his head and looked at the blue sky again, with an inquiry in his eyes.

Lan Tian glanced at the demon girl.

Mingkong was indifferent and still puzzled.

…

Blue sky is speechless.

After thinking about it, he didn't bother to pay attention to the three of them anymore, and turned to leave.

It just so happens that you can see the sea outside, so you don't have to be in danger of being seduced by the demon girl at any time.

That kind of charm is really terrifying, and without the suppression of the spirit snake, he can't control it at all.

Mingkong is a monk, and there are many ways to cultivate the mind, so don't worry about this.

Falling into a dream is a Taoist priest, and the way to cultivate the sword is also to cultivate the heart.

One is a monk, the other is a Taoist, but he is the only one who is neither a monk nor a Taoist...

At the stern of the boat, the blue sky sits cross-legged, quietly looking at the magnificent sea, but also at ease.

However, before he could feel comfortable for a while, he suddenly became helpless.

Because the wind and waves are a little big, or the boat is too small, any small wave is a big wave for a broken ship.

If you continue to stay outside like this, you will be soaked so much that it doesn't matter, you are afraid that you will be hit by the waves when you drive the boat.

Get in?

That's shameless.

Hard brace?

After thinking seriously for a moment, Lan Tian decisively got up, bent down and stepped into the cabin again.

Face is not important, life is the most important thing.

It's just a position, it's a big deal to squeeze, you can always squeeze out a little room...

In the cabin, the three people are still the same.

It seems that they are not surprised at all by the return of the blue sky.

However, this time, the demon girl was no longer indifferent, but bent her knees and gave up her position.

Seeing this, Lan Tian was not polite, and sat down without squinting.

The boatman did not move, the ship did not sail, and the atmosphere in the cabin was still calm.

With nothing to do, Lan Tian began to seize the time to self-cultivation, and there were still some cultivation points, which were enough to pass the boring time.

The demon girl suddenly felt very bored, and the three men in front of her were very bored.

Monks and Taoists are just that, why is it the same for a disciple of the Tang Sect who is not known.

These three men seemed to have only cultivation in their hearts, and nothing else.

Sure enough, people are divided into groups, and things are gathered by like.

The sound of the waves is pleasant and endless.

The demon girl poured two glasses of wine, handed one of them to Lan Tian with a lazy expression, and said, "How did you get out of that restaurant?" ”

Helplessly, Lan Tian interrupted self-cultivation, took the wine glass and put it on the table without drinking, and said, "You are beautiful." ”

The demon girl blinked lightly and said, "Why don't you drink it?" ”

Blue Sky sighed inwardly.

He doesn't drink just so that he won't be disturbed, and if he does, if the demon sister adds more wine, he has to drink again.

Self-study can't be disturbed, not even talking, let alone drinking.

Picking up the wine glass and drinking it all, Lan Tian put down the wine glass and continued to cultivate himself.

The demon girl didn't bother anymore, but continued to be stunned, but this time, she was looking at the blue sky in a daze.

Inexplicably, under such a gaze, the blue sky has a feeling of being stripped naked and looked at.

After a long time, the ship finally set sail.

Unexpectedly, the boat was very stable, and the waves were loud in my ears, but there was no sense of turbulence at all.

Lan Tian was a little surprised by this, thinking of the boatman who looked like he was about to die.

At noon, Feixian Island arrived.

At the port of Baiyun City, the four of them walked out of the carriage one after another and stepped on the solid ground.

There are a lot of people, coming and going, and it is very lively.

Turning around, Mingkong suddenly clasped his hands together and said to the old man in the bow of the boat: "Amitabha, thank you for sending it off." ”

The old man waved his hand, and his figure floated up and landed at the stern of the boat.

Suddenly, the light boat was like an arrow, breaking the waves.

At this moment, Lan Tian finally understood why the ship was so stable.

With such a master with deep internal strength in charge of the ship, it is strange that it is unstable.

Why is there a master like the old man to send him, Lan Tian probably guessed a little after a little thought.

Just as when he was penniless, he received a mission to use the Trap Wing to go to the Dead Wood Forest for free, Mingkong must have also taken a mission related to Flying Immortal Island.

However, to be able to let such a Shaolin master send it off, I am afraid that the task will not be simple.

In fact, it is.

After the old man left, Mingkong separated from the three of them and went to hand in the task first.

Immediately afterwards, Qingfeng fell asleep and answered a private chat, and left in a hurry, saying that he would see you later.

In the end, only Lan Tian and the demon girl were left.

Silently, Lan Tian began to think of an excuse to leave temporarily...