The woman's voice is sharp:

"What else are you talking about Taoist masters, I think you are charlatans, and a group of people come here to swagger and deceive! Yunhu Mountain Range, I'm afraid you will all die here this time, and then you will be alone, and you will be a fart favor! ”

"Shut up!"

Song Changqing's face changed greatly, but before he could speak, the old Taoist priest shouted angrily as if he had been touched by the scales.

For the old Taoist priest, the apprentice who inherited his mantle was like his own child, and the woman's curse made his fists clenched when he was originally good-tempered.

"You, what are you going to do?"

The woman was still arrogant before, but when she saw the old Taoist priest angry, she still felt a little frightened, and subconsciously took a step back, reached out and grabbed the door frame of the cabin, and then forced a calm trembling voice:

"Are you going to hit someone too?"

These words suddenly pulled the old Taoist priest's reason back.

Song Qing's eyes narrowed, her wrist turned, and just as she was about to make a move, a warm and thin hand reached over and grabbed her wrist.

"Say no more!"

The old Taoist priest shouted, so angry that his hair stood up, and he held back his anger:

"The boat has already sailed, I will try my best to keep everyone safe all the way, as soon as I arrive in Shenzhuang, I will get off the boat immediately!"

"It's better to say than to sing." The woman still refused to give up, and when she saw him stop, as if she knew that the old Taoist priest did not dare to do anything to herself, she became bold again:

"Who doesn't know what Shen Zhuang looks like now, and repeatedly mentioned Shen Zhuang, I think your master and apprentice are Shen Zhuang's 'ghosts', acting for the tiger, and trying to trick us into going to die!"

As soon as he finished saying this, the old Taoist priest gritted his teeth.

He was fierce by nature, and now that he was so accused by a woman, the anger in his heart could be imagined.

Aunt Wu and the others saw that the two sides were arguing fiercely, and seeing that the old Taoist was very angry, they hurriedly came forward to play a round:

"Mrs. Shen, let's say a few words alone, the Taoist chief has real skills, he is a decent person, our family has known him for many years, and we can guarantee him."

"yes, don't make any noise, let's see if we can find a way to stop this boat."

“……”

In the midst of everyone's persuasion, the woman snorted coldly and twisted the handkerchief in her hand:

"If my husband is fine, if there is anything, after this incident, I will find someone to go up to this so-called Yunhu Mountain and smash your Daomen signboard!"

With that, she twisted and turned back into the cabin.

As soon as she left, the rest of the ship dispersed.

Although the people of the Wu family and the old man who drove the car were a little worried, and wanted to say a few more words, the gloomy atmosphere outside the cabin was pressing, and the fog outside the river was boundless.

The river was eerie and terrifying, and everyone didn't dare to say more, so they all hid in the cabin, leaving a few masters and apprentices outside, as if they had been invisibly squeezed out.

"Master—"

Song Changqing was also very angry, but after looking at the old Taoist priest's stiff face of Tie Qing, after calling out, he sighed again:

"I'll go check the boat and see if there's anything out of the ordinary."

Because of this noise, Daoist Song invisibly took the responsibility of protecting the ship's people, and it was difficult to recover.

The old Taoist priest endured his anger and nodded, and responded:

"Go ahead."

After Song Changqing left, he glanced at Song Qingxiao.

When Song Qingxiao saw his previous angry scene, he thought that he was going to rebuke him at this time, but he sighed:

"Are you scared?"

She was slightly stunned, she didn't expect the old Taoist priest to say such a sentence.

He did not reproach her for the harsh accusations of the woman that her actions had brought him, nor did he take his anger out of her, but asked her gently if she was frightened.

"Nope."

She shook her head, her gaze drooping, and fell to the old Taoist priest's hand holding her wrist.

Compared to her, his strength is so fragile.

His talent is not very high, and he has no adventures, and when he cultivates to such an age, he can barely reach the realm of transforming into a baby, but because he specializes in Taoism and the art of exorcising evil spirits and destroying ghosts, his strength in this realm of transformation is greatly reduced, and in Song Qingxiao's opinion, it is surprisingly weak.

However, the palm of his hand that held her wrist was thick and powerful, with an indomitable courage and determination to shield her from the cold wind and rain, which made the old Taoist's body burst out with a will far beyond his true strength.

Jiangwai was indeed cold, but this trace of chill actually couldn't hurt her, but compared to the warm palm of the old Taoist priest, Song Qingxiao felt these pervasive cold more and more deeply.

Since entering the Divine Prison, she has always been free to do what she wants, acting entirely on her own, and never flinching or retreating.

But somehow, at this time, when the old Taoist priest pulled and asked like this, she had a strange apprehension in her heart.

"It's good if you don't have it."

The old Taoist priest saw her hanging her head and wanted to raise his hand to touch her head.

As soon as he raised his hand, he found that this little apprentice, who had always been well-behaved and lovely in his impression, had grown so tall at some point, even if he lowered his head, it was not the age when he could raise his hand and touch his head.

"Qingxiao." He called out gently, not at all as upright as he had argued with the woman before, but with an infinite affection for her:

"We, in the Yunhu Mountain lineage, have always taken it as our mission to exorcise evil spirits and eliminate demons. On the day I started, your ancestor made me swear that I would never rely on magic and martial arts to bully the weak. ”

His gentle teaching, but this kind of soft talk, for Song Qingxiao, was more torturous than a sharp reprimand.

She had already understood what the old Taoist priest meant, but she didn't say anything.

The old Taoist priest was generous and kind.

He was born in the orthodox Taoist sect, and he was also cared for and raised by his elders, and when he was alone, he became a big tree standing on top of the sky, and he was also an upright and benevolent person.

But she's different.

She was born in Weimo, and she got up from the divine prison in her nine lifetimes, and it took a lot of time to save her life.

So she acted decisively and ruthlessly, but she lacked emotion.

Although she was moved by the maintenance of the Taoist priest, she did not think that her practice was wrong, and naturally she did not mean to admit her mistake.

The old Taoist priest saw it in his eyes, and naturally knew it.

"You little girl." He laughed, and finally couldn't hold back, and bent his hand and knocked on her head:

"I thought you were sensible, but you are still so stubborn."

It's a new feeling.

If it was in other trial scenes, if someone dared to knock her head like this, she would have broken her arm.

But at this moment, she didn't seem to react, subconsciously touched her head, and looked up at the old Taoist.

In the dim light, her eyes were clear, her eyes flashed, her expression was stunned, and she looked very cute.

He deliberately kept a straight face, but there was a smile of tolerance in his eyes:

"If you don't want to admit your mistakes, forget it, but if you do something wrong, the master will always give you a punishment.

"Okay."

Song Qing put down his hand and admitted:

"Master, you knock on it, but I don't think I'm wrong."

She said calmly:

"The man is in the way, this boat is not his, everyone can get on it."

Instead of chirping crookedly with him, it is better to kick things away.

"If we hadn't broken his ribs, we'd probably still be arguing with him at the docks."

“……”

The old Taoist priest's forehead twitched, and when he heard her words, he was angry, and when he saw that she was arrogant and said something that broke people's ribs, he felt a little like laughing.

"But everything can't always be solved with fists and feet, we are cultivators, and we have already been favored by the heavens, so we should not bully people with our skills......"

"Why are you bullying people casually?" Song Qingxiao didn't think much of the Taoist priest's words.

In her view, cultivation comes from oneself and belongs to the behavior of going against the sky.

However, her rebuttal only stops there:

"That man had a wealthy family, was dressed in ayara, and brought his wife and children and servants, so it can be seen that he was also a man favored by the heavens, but he did not restrain his virtue because of this."

She said lightly:

"Maybe it's because of his arrogance that he is destined to have this fate?"

"......" The old Taoist priest was dumbfounded, where could he say anything about her, and after thinking about it, he felt that she had some truth.

"Okay—"

He was reluctant to criticize his apprentice, and felt that the little girl in front of him was so cute:

"But if you want to teach him a lesson next time, you can't do it in public." As if he was afraid of making Song Qingxiao unhappy, he added:

"A person who learns the Tao has many ways to make him ugly in front of others, so why let people see it with their own eyes?"

When the old Taoist priest said this, he glared at her again:

"Usually I don't want you to draw talismans well, but like your senior brother, I learned some kung fu and beat people."

"Master......"

The black ship was not big, Song Changqing turned around and came back, and he had been hiding in the dark for a while.

He was afraid that he would disturb the conversation between the old Taoist priest and Song Qingxiao, and he was also afraid that Song Qingxiao would embarrass her by appearing when she was scolded.

But after listening to it for a while, I didn't expect that the old Taoist priest was really fond of Song Qingxiao, and he was reluctant to say a few more words, and after talking about it, he even mentioned her beating people highly, gently exposed it, and privately taught Song Qingxiao how to 'teach' people.

If he dares to act like this, I am afraid that the skin will be stripped of a layer by the old Taoist.

After listening for a while, he saw that the old Taoist priest changed the topic and blamed everything on his head, and he couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

"It's all your fault for teaching the little junior sister badly!"

"......" Song Changqing carried the package on his back and endured this accusation with tears - anyway, every time the little junior sister had something, it was his fault.

"What did you find behind the ship?" After revealing Song Qingxiao's beating, the old Taoist priest finally asked about the matter.

Song Changqing put away the pretended look of grievance, and his expression became more solemn:

"I didn't find anything, but the yin qi was heavy."

He pulled out a red talisman from his collar that was folded into a triangle, and the red talisman made a hole, passed through it with a yellow thread, and hung around his neck.

But at this time, the surrounding area of the Fu seemed to be swallowed by some kind of black gas, and it became damp.

When the old Taoist priest saw this, his eyes froze:

"Be careful." After he said this, he couldn't help coughing lightly twice, and his breath was a little chaotic.

When Song Changqing saw it, he was busy helping him:

"Didn't you breathe well when you were in the car?"

When he was in the car, although the old Taoist priest said that it was called pranayama, he was actually still distracted from the bronze armor.

At the same time, the copper coin sword hanging at that time was also consuming his spiritual power and mind, so that he did not recover much energy during the driving of the vehicle.

"It's fine."

In order to avoid the apprentice's worry, he waved his hand, and then took out a handful of copper coins from his waist again, bit the tip of his tongue, and spewed out a large mouthful of essence blood.

The blood light was absorbed by the copper coins one by one, and with a pinch of his palm, the copper coins shuttled from the red light, turning into a small sword again, and he stretched out his hand a little, and pointed at the void:

"Go!"

The bronze coin sword suddenly turned into a flash of shadow, flew towards the hatch of the ship, and hung on the top of the hatch.

After doing all this, the old Taoist's face was much more tired than before, and he instructed Song Changqing:

"Changqing, I don't think this road is smooth, I'm afraid there will be something to happen tonight."

He didn't sense the waves in the river, but with his instinct to deal with ghosts all year round, he had a premonition that there was a hidden ghost around him.

But these ghosts, like those powerful ghosts who possessed Aunt Wu and the old man who drove the car, were very high, and they had not yet appeared at this time.

"I'm going to rest for a while, you are vigilant around, and if there is any movement, tell me to get up immediately."

Song Changqing's cultivation is not enough, he has just reached the realm of condensation, and it is difficult to support it in such an environment.

So after saying this, the old Taoist priest gritted his teeth and took out a paper crane folded from a yellow fu from his pocket, handed it to Song Changqing's hand, and told him repeatedly:

"In case of crisis, don't be reckless, release this thing immediately, and I will be sober."

Song Changqing saw his tired and abnormal face, and his face couldn't bear it:

"Master, your rune paper ......"

There is not much rune paper left, and when the weasel pack besieged him, he had already consumed most of it, which was still a large section of water from Shen Zhuang.

The closer you get to Shen Zhuang, the more dangerous it becomes.

He didn't have enough cultivation, it didn't mean that he couldn't see that this waterway might be a hundred times more dangerous than his previous ride.

If Daoist Song's rune paper is exhausted along the road, how can he save his life when he arrives in Shenzhuang?

"Take it."

The old Taoist priest sighed hoarsely: "If you can't enter Shenzhuang safely, what should be a catastrophe or a catastrophe, but it's just an empty story." ”

After saying this, Song Changqing hesitated for a moment and took the paper crane into his hand.

After explaining the matter, the old Taoist priest turned his head and glanced at Song Qingxiao:

"You come in with me and protect the Dharma for me."

He was actually afraid of a crisis outside the cabin, and wanted to detain Song Qingxiao by his side.

Song Qing looked down on his expression and looked a little wrong, and he really wanted to protect him.

After hearing him say this, she nodded her head in agreement.

Seeing that the little apprentice was obedient again, Song Daochang was in a good mood, and even his face was a little better.

He led Song Qingxiao into the cabin, which was already full of people.

The boat was not big, but when everyone was huddled together, it looked extraordinarily crowded.