Chapter 12: The Ferryman of the Three Realms
At this time, a wave came violently, and the three of them hurriedly jumped into the water "poof".
There was a violent splash of water, and it rained down like drops, and by the time the three men opened their eyes, the boat had been overturned and was floating on the water.
"Oh, why am I so unlucky when I meet you? I have been ferrying between the Three Realms for 3,700 years, and I have ferryed 281 people, and I have never seen anyone overturn my ship like you!"
As he spoke, the ferryman put the hat that had fallen back into the water and put it back on his head, and then paddled through it with his hands and feet, scooping the wooden paddle into his hand.
"I'm sorry......" Qingyin stopped crying and whispered.
"What's the use of being sorry?" Seeing that she had admitted her mistake, the ferryman suddenly became uplifted and said loudly: "Now that the ship is about to sink, what do you say?"
The boat sank to the bone in his voice.
The ferryman squinted at Qingyin and Wei Xiao: "This is the endless sea that has sunk the entire Fengyan Continent, boundless, you say, now there is no small boat, what should we do?"
"Then what do you want us to do?" Wei Xiao said in a deep voice.
"Is this ......" The ferryman narrowed his eyes and looked at them, "Do you have any money?
Glancing at the tattered clothes of the two people again, his tone was disdainful: "Look at the two of you like this, you don't have any money on you, right? Forget it, I'm leaving!"
After speaking, a fierce man stabbed down, and his hands and feet paddled flexibly, like a fish.
Seeing that he was about to go away, Qingyin hurriedly shouted: "I, I have ......"
The ferryman immediately turned back, his eyes lit up, and waited for Qingyin to speak.
Qingyin took out a little green light from her sleeve, and the green light turned into a jasper flute in her palm, and Qingyin said worriedly: "This, is this thing worth it?"
The ferryman's eyes lit up, but he hurriedly coughed dryly, restrained his joy and said, "It's worth it...... It's not worth much, that, for the sake of the two of you, I'll take this flute!"
A hand stretched out to take the jasper flute in Qingyin's hand.
Seeing that his withered fingers like bird's claws were about to touch the jasper flute, his wrist was suddenly clamped by a strong hand.
"It hurts!" the ferryman shouted, glaring at Wei Xiao: "Let go, let go! If you don't let go, I'm going to shout!"
"What are you shouting?" Wei Xiao said: "Don't you say it yourself, on this vast sea, living beings are annihilated, let alone a person, you don't even want to meet a ghost!"
The ferryman rolled his eyes, and his tone suddenly softened: "This little brother, if you have something to say!"
Wei Xiao said: "My name is Wei Xiao. ”
"Brother Wei. The ferryman still salivated and said, but his originally thin eyes suddenly widened: "What did you say? Your name is Wei Xiao?!"
"Yes. Wei Xiao said: "Do you know me?"
"I don't know!" the ferryman denied it, but with his other hand he hurriedly pulled the hat and lowered the edge of the hat a little to cover half of his face.
"But you seem to know me just now. Wei Xiao said.
"Oh, what is this......" The ferryman's eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "There are many people with the same name and surname in the Three Realms, and I have been ferrying between the Three Realms for thousands of years, and it is inevitable that I will encounter ...... with the same name."
Wei Xiao was puzzled: "You say that you are a ferryman of the Three Realms, can your boat shuttle freely between the Three Realms?"
"Yes. The ferryman said proudly: "The Three Realms circulate, all the water flows, always one source, just at the end of this endless sea on earth, the sea water will flow backwards to the sky, and after the sky merges into the Milky Way, there will be a part of it at night that will turn into dark rain and land in the underworld, so as long as the boat driving skills are good, between the three worlds, it can be unimpeded!"
When he said this, his face suddenly sank: "If you want me to ferry you to the other side, let go quickly! Your wrists are about to be broken by you, and you can't row the boat!"
Wei Xiao stared at him and said, "So, do you have a way to get the boat up?"
The ferryman's face changed, he felt speechless, and hurriedly said, "No!"
Wei Xiao broke his wrist hard, the pain almost seemed to break, and he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes!"
Wei Xiao let go of his hand at this time.
I saw the ferryman muttering a few incantations in his mouth, and the small boat floated up to the surface.
Qingyin was overjoyed: "Our boat has floated!"
Wei Xiao looked at the ferry messenger coldly: "Turn it over!"
The ferry messenger was just about to quibble, when he saw Wei Xiao's eyes, he couldn't help but shudder, chanted the spell again, hooked his finger at the boat, and the boat flipped over.
The three of them climbed back into the boat, and the ferry messenger put the wooden paddle into the water, and just about to paddle, Wei Xiao said, "Wait!"
Together with Qingyin, he looked at the direction of the Buddha's extinction and bowed three times, then got up and said, "Let's start the boat!"
The oars paddled in the water, and the boat drifted away from the sea.
The sky was getting darker, and the evening breeze was blowing in gusts, getting colder and colder.
Qingyin couldn't help but shrink her shoulders.
Wei Xiao took off her coat and draped it over her shoulders.
Qingyin looked up and looked at him gratefully.
Her eyes were watery and her eyelashes seemed to be wet.
"Are you missing Master again?" Wei Xiao said.
"Well," the girl nodded pitifully, and sniffed hard, "but I dare not cry." ”
Wei Xiao rubbed her wrinkled little face and gently took her into her arms: "Don't be afraid, cry if you want to, then you will feel better." He glanced sideways at the ferryman: "Even if the boat sinks, he will always have a way, won't he?"
"Hmph!" replied the ferryman with a smile on his face, paddling the oar in his hand.
The darkness around me was like a tide, and all I could hear was the sound of the sea flowing.
No matter which direction you look at, the sea and the sky are vast, and they seem to be exactly the same.
Wei Xiao said: "It's so dark, and there is no lighthouse, do you know where your ship is going?"
"Of course I do!" said the ferryman proudly, "I have paddled even a dark place like the River Styx, and what place can't I go?"
As he was talking, he suddenly saw a dark starlight flashing on the sea in front of him.
"Strange!" the ferryman narrowed his eyes, "There shouldn't be lights on the sunken sea of this continent?"
"What kind of treasure is the light? Wei Xiao glanced at it.
The ferryman suddenly came to his senses, and his hands quickened the rowing of the wooden oars, and the boat sailed straight in the direction of the starlight.
When the boat got closer, I found a stone floating on the sea in front of me, and the stone emitted a blue light.
"Sure enough, it's a treasure!" said the ferryman, whose face was about to turn into a smile, stood at the bow of the boat, and stretched out his wooden oars to fish for the stone.
Just as his wooden paddle fished the stone closer, and was about to reach out to pick up the stone, the stone suddenly flew up from the water and landed in Wei Xiao's palm.
The ferryman was immediately angry, and said viciously: "Wei Xiao, what treasure are you robbing from me?"
Wei Xiao shook his head: "I didn't rob it, this stone flew to my hand by itself." ”
"Nonsense!" the ferryman was furious: "If you don't grab it, how can it fly to you by itself?"
As he spoke, he quietly reached out and grabbed the stone in Wei Xiao's hand!
The stone suddenly rose from Wei Xiao's palm and flew into the air, emitting a little starlight on the stone, as if countless small stars were falling.
Only then did the ferryman see the three words on the stone: "Star, life, stone?"
He rolled his eyes: "It is said that the Star Destiny Stone belongs to a certain person, and his fate is attached to it, and it will guide him at a critical moment. It seems that this is your star stone!"
"Yes," Wei Xiao nodded, taking the stone in his hand and taking it into closer inspection: "This Star Destiny Stone was originally snatched away by the Dragon Owl Prince, but I didn't expect that after his death, it would automatically come back to me." ”
"It seems that I can't grab your star stone!" the ferryman sighed, tossed the oar, and simply crossed his legs and sat down on the deck.
Qingyin said strangely: "Uncle, why don't you row a boat?"
"You call me uncle?" the ferryman almost jumped up from the deck in anger and pointed to his nose, "Do I look old?"
Qingyin looked at him, nodded cautiously, and said cautiously: "Uncle, you are three thousand seven hundred years old, indeed...... It's a little old!"
The ferryman was suddenly a little discouraged, and touched his face: "It's all because I have been working outdoors all year round, and it's strange that I don't look old!"
Qingyin also nodded: "So, uncle, your work is indeed a bit hard!"
"Don't call me uncle!" The ferryman jumped up: "I also have a name! My name is Xin Di!"
"Xin Di?" Qingyin said, "Uncle, do you like to play the flute very much?"
"I don't like to play the flute, but what's the way to get the name from my parents?" said the ferryman with a dissatisfied face: "Also, don't call me uncle again!"
"Yes, uncle!" Qingyin laughed as he looked at the ferryman's black line.
Wei Xiao lovingly stroked the windswept hair on her forehead.
This was the first time this girl had smiled since her master's death, and he finally let go of his heart.
No matter how desperate the situation is, as long as a person still laughs, there is always hope.
"Don't be too happy!" the ferryman looked at the two of them: "Don't think that you two will be safe when you get on my boat! My ferryboat only ferries destined people, and is only responsible for sending a person from where he should come from to where he should go to the place where he should go, and the rest will not care!"
"So where should we go?" Wei Xiao said.
"You'll know when you go!" said the ferryman, Xin Di, smiled.