Three or four miles away from Mojia Village, there is a tidal river, and there is a ferry by the river, called Qianxidu.

Let's talk about this tidal river first, it has the appearance of four or five miles wide, how can you not see the opposite bank at a glance, there is a magnificent beauty of water and sky.

When there is no wind, the water will be filled with a layer of mist that is as vast as smoke; But as soon as the monsoon wind came, the fog was blown away, and something else was left to take its place.

When the tide rises, it is the most beautiful time on the surface of this river, the monsoon blows the tide, but see the horn mouth on the river surface, the tide swells up layer by layer, the front wave can not go down, the back wave catches up again, a wave presses a wave, this wave rises, and the other wave does not disappear, the distance looks like a stack of thousands of layers, to the later more and more high, the thicker and thicker, to the low tide and seems to lose the help, a thousand miles, magnificent and abnormal. Therefore, the tide here is very famous, and it is called "Senshio", and this ferry port is also called "Senshio Ferry".

At this moment, Old Man Mo was catching up with the strong wind, but seeing that in the wind, the ****'s thin body was swaying like a withered branch.

"This ghostly wind!" Old man Mo muttered, slowly returned to the tricycle from the shore, looked around at no one, and showed a relieved look on his face.

After that, he stretched out his hand and offered a yellow low-level talisman, took a spell in his left hand, and gently whispered "E", and saw that the talisman disappeared into the tricycle by itself, and after a while, the tricycle disappeared out of thin air.

Old Man Mo nodded with satisfaction, then sighed again, and lowered his head to mutter.

"It's not what it used to be, but now, I can only refine this kind of low-level talisman, hey!"

While shaking his head, he sat on the ground and watched the tide rise and fall. Thinking about the past few days, he is still not very happy in his heart, for that past, after going through reincarnation, he already has regrets in his heart, but Xiaoyue is his own after all.

When he practiced before, the family affection that he had already looked down on had sprouted in his heart again at this moment. Every time he thought about it, he felt scared, so he had to find someone to confide in, to tell his heart, so as to dispel the anxiety in his heart.

"Damn the wind, damn the wind!"

After a while, with Old Man Mo's chatter, the wind gradually subsided, and the tide quickly receded into the sea, and the waves were connected together, like a silver dragon, stretching on the entire river.

Old man Mo seemed to be very satisfied with this result, and saw a shout coming from the side of the ferry, which was a signal that the ferry had started working again. However, he is an old man, although the tiger falls in Pingyang, and he doesn't need to take the ferry, but he doesn't want to show his magical powers in a crowded place.

So he tried to stay away from the ferry, after all, in this era, unlike in the past, the emergence of many new things has far subverted the perception of this old antique.

People are self-aware, at least Old Man Mo has.

When he arrived at a secluded place, he still habitually looked around, made sure that there was no one, and offered two yellow talismans with his backhand, and after sticking them to himself, he made a formula with his left hand, and began to chant words in his mouth.

"Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law, edict".

As the talisman sank into his body, Old Man Mo's body rose more than a meter high out of thin air. Old man Mo put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, and then put it close to the center of his eyebrows, and shouted "disease", and saw that his body "swished" far away, and disappeared on the vast water surface in a moment, leaving only a black dot faintly......

Just after Old Man Mo left, a beautiful woman in purple appeared from behind the embankment, she quickly followed Old Man Mo's direction, took a deep look, and chased away......

Not far from the north shore of Qianxidu is Fengjiabao, which is where Old Man Mo is going.

There is a feng shui master in Fengjiabao, called Feng Wuji, it is said that he has attainments in the direction of the Yin and Yang Mansion and the mouth of the tomb alley, and after a long time, everyone has forgotten his real name, and is only known as "Mr. Wind". Mr. Feng is naturally the "Uncle Feng" in Old Man Mo's mouth.

Mr. Feng's business was very good, and it was almost noon, and there were still four or five people waiting in line in the outhouse.

In the inner room, Mr. Feng was about to chat with the guest in front of him, but before the words could be spoken, he heard a sound in his ears like thunder, and without being alert, he was so shocked that he almost went out of his body.

After the explosion, an anxious voice rang out.

"Brother Wuji, come and save my brother, if you don't come again, my brother will fall into the sea."

"It's you again!"

Feng Wuji rolled his triangular eyes, and after muttering a word, he looked at the guest in front of him, a well-dressed middle-aged man, at this moment, cold sweat was breaking out on his head, needless to say, he was startled by the explosion just now.

"You're scared!" Feng Wuji waved his hand after speaking, and a little boy next to him immediately handed a white handkerchief to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man immediately got up and took it resignedly.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

"I have a guest coming today, can you come back tomorrow?"

Under the order to evict the guest, the middle-aged man immediately understood, reached out and took out a stack of red tickets from his coat pocket, and handed them over respectfully.

"It's just a small courtesy, and please smile at it!"

"Uh, this, okay!"

Feng Wuji took it half-pushed, and his triangular eyes narrowed into a slit, "I will be the first to receive distinguished guests tomorrow morning." ”

The middle-aged man had just turned around to leave, only to hear another muffled sound, more than before. He was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, and he couldn't bear it.

"Brother, be quick, my brother's feet have already entered the water."

"Damn, it's annoying!"

Feng Wuji scolded secretly, recited the incantation, and after a moment, his feet left the ground, like arrows, and between the lightning and flint, he had disappeared, leaving only a clear shadow in the pupils of the middle-aged man.

There were a few people outside who heard two explosions in a row, and for some reason, they all came back in, but Feng Wuji was gone, and only the middle-aged man was left sitting on the ground, muttering vigorously.

"True immortals, everyone, true immortals, this is ......"

The middle-aged man's words made several people scratch their heads, so they asked patiently, one of them adding oil and vinegar, full of praise; A few others kept nodding their heads, with the intention of greeting, and the name of the "true immortal" of Feng Wuji has quietly spread far and wide, and its name has become more prosperous.

At this time, on the Tidal River, two figures were hurrying towards Fengjiabao, it was none other than Feng Wuji holding Old Man Mo hostage.

When they arrived at Feng Wuji's residence, the few people who were originally waiting there had already left, and Feng Wuji's old man Mo let him go to the inner room.

After taking his seat, the boy had already served tea, and then stood still, waiting for the summons. Feng Wuji spoke first.

"Old brother Doji seems to have regressed again, let's come over as a ferry in the future!"

Listening to Feng Wuji's words, Old Man Mo laughed dryly and was silent. After groaning for a while, he sighed, and said: "Wuji, don't make fun of the old brother, the old brother is bitter!" ”

"Even, what can't the old brother tell Wuji, please don't treat Wuji as an outsider!"

When Old Man Mo heard this, two lines of tears immediately flowed from his old eyes. shouted: "Mowgli, hey......"

So, Old Man Mo told Feng Wuji what happened at home during this time, and Feng Wuji couldn't help nodding.

When they heard that the Lan Xin brothers and sisters were dividing their souls for Xiao Yue's soul, the originally outstretched palm slowly clenched into a solid fist and slammed it on the table.

The sound startled Old Man Mo, and he raised his head to meet Feng Wuji's triangular eyes, and the cold light that came out of them made him shudder.

"What's wrong? Mowgli, do you have something on your mind? ”

"Oh, my brother misunderstood, but my brother was sincere, I will repay you for your grievances!"

"Those who know me are unscrupulous, you are really my bosom friend!"

We chatted until the sunset was like fire, and the old man Mo left, and on the way back, his mood was much better, and this time he made a ferry, because there would be no one on the other side to pick him up.

The depression in his heart was much lessened, but the other man frowned and stood in front of the window for a long time in meditation. Time passed minute by second, and when the brows were stretched, it was already half a moon.

"After waiting for a thousand years, there is such an opportunity, it is really immortal, hahahaha......"

A burst of cold laughter came out, and a lonely flying crane turned back halfway and fled far away!