Time flies, a month later!

The mountains have passed, revealing an empty blue sky with clear water and blue sky!

As early as three days ago, the endless demonic qi in the air was purified, and the heavens and the earth were also cleared, and at that time, Zhang Fang had already understood that he had left the boundary of Yunzhou and stepped into the junction of Yunzhou and the Central Plains.

It seems that there is a great power in the underworld, which completely wiped out all the demonic power from Yunzhou, and even the crisis he sensed in the dark was eliminated.

It was as if he had been lifted from a heavy load, and he was happy both physically and mentally!

"This is Jiuqu River!"

Looking at the boundless river, in his heart, only the vast sea of his previous life could be compared, and even in terms of spirit, it was even better here.

A hazy white mist shrouded the middle of the river, which persisted all day long, and there seemed to be something in the white mist.

As the only passage connecting the Central Plains, the number of people flowing in the Jiuqu River in the past was very large, and the people of Yunzhou had to go from here if they wanted to go to the Central Plains.

However, with the disaster in Yunzhou, few people came from the Central Plains at this time, or left Yunzhou to go to the Central Plains.

Therefore, at this moment, there is only a small sailing ship left on the riverside.

Zhang Fang looked at the small ship, and faintly saw an old man in cloth with white hair, and he had no utensils on his body except for gray cloth clothes.

There are no luxurious things such as jade, agate, gold and silver jewelry, etc., and they are completely ordinary.

At this moment, he was holding a dry tobacco pouch in his mouth, and his mouth spit out clouds of smoke in the shape of clouds, just like the mist shrouded in the Jiuqu River.

Zhang Fang walked towards him slowly, and the river birds in the sky were flying back and forth, and from time to time they swept across the river and picked up a fat fish.

The golden fireball in the sky seems to never fall!

When Zhang Fang approached, the white-haired man sat down against a stone tablet more than three meters high, and the metal head of the dry tobacco pouch in his hand was beating on the stone tablet.

Zhang Fang took a closer look, and the original vague image of the captain gradually became clear, and it was a comfortable face that could not be concealed by wind and dust.

He walked up to the captain and said politely, "Old man, can you cross me to the Central Plains!"

The captain looked up slightly, not surprised by Zhang Fang's appearance, as if he had already known that Zhang Fang was coming.

Zhang Fang asked himself how hard he worked, and he was able to land silently and tread the snow without a trace, but he was recognized by the captain, and he was immediately vigilant about the captain.

He thought in his heart: "Although there is no demonic qi on the body, there is no internal qi, I think it is because the hearing is different from ordinary people, or it is relatively calm!"

The captain slowly fills in the tobacco leaves, blows the fire fold and lights the tobacco leaves, and then slowly puts the fire fold away.

"Of course you can!" He stood up at this time, looked up and down with the cigarette pouch for a moment, and then said: "Old decay Jiuqu, your son's surname!"

"Jiuqu!" Zhang Fang was stunned, Jiuqu is not the name of this river, why does this old man call himself in the name of this river. "In the next Zhang Fang, I don't know why the old man calls himself by this name!"

The old man understood what Zhang Fang meant, in fact, all the guests on his ship would ask about it, he smiled indifferently, and said: "The old man was originally an orphan, but he was fortunate to be adopted, and because he was married in this Jiuqu River, he was called Jiuqu. ”

The old man was very cheerful and did not hide the matter: "I was promised this name when I was young, and I have spent my whole life on this endless river, it is really a creation to make people!"

Zhang Fang looked at the old man Jiuqu and said, "Where are the old man's children and grandchildren?

"They are all well, and they are also very filial, but the old man, I volunteered to ferry, and when I was young, my family was destroyed due to the difficulty of Jiuqu, and I was fortunate to be rescued, so it can be regarded as a vow to cross people here!"

It's very close to the boat, not a few steps.

Jiuqu took Zhang Fang onto the boat and chatted all the way, and over time, Zhang Fang couldn't help but be in awe of this cheerful old man.

The boat was very rudimentary, with only a simple stove on the board that could be used to make a fire for cooking, and at this time there were hooks and fishing nets on the side of the stove, and a large wooden basin in which three saury fish swam.

This fish is narrow and long, thin on the side, quite like a sharp knife, silvery-white, and the flesh is delicate, but there are many fine hairy bone spurs.

At this time, Jiuqu was coming out of the shed, holding a jar of burning knives and two cyan porcelain bowls in his hands, and walked towards Zhang Fang with a smile.

"The old self-brewed burning knife, taste it!" Jiuqu poured the wine into the porcelain bowl and handed it to Zhang Fang, the rich aroma of wine slowly flowed out, Zhang Fang took a deep breath and suddenly felt refreshed.

In one sip, the liquor flowed down the throat and into the stomach, and it was like swallowing a hot flame.

"It's really domineering, it's really good wine!" Zhang magnified in admiration, although he had eaten a lot of good wine, but he asked himself that this time was the most enjoyable.

The old man of Jiuqu smiled, and his voice exuded kindness: "Now that the season is gradually entering late autumn, there are often cold waves on the river, and it is most necessary to warm up the body with spirits such as burning knives!"

Zhang Fang stared at Jiuqu, who had a tough body, this simple old man was really extraordinary, and his cultivation and morality were no longer comparable to ordinary people.

"He must not be mortal, maybe some great man!" he thought, of course, such a big man is only mundane.

Zhang Fang, as the great master of Guiyuan, has extremely high attainments in martial arts.

Although Jiuqu has no internal force, the control of the force is natural, and the body is full of vitality, which is already the embodiment of the external strength to the realm of transformation, which is equivalent to the martial artist of the realm of returning to the yuan.

"Life returns to the origin, and you can live for at least fifty years with the vitality in your body!" he looked at Jiuqu's body, his gaze like a mirror.

Although it is difficult to return to the Yuan with internal strength, there are traces to follow, but it is difficult to reach the realm of returning to the Yuan with only external strength, so you can imagine the extraordinary of the Nine Songs.

"You are the only guest in seven days. Jiuqu looked at Zhang Fang, also drank the wine in one gulp, and said slowly: "The recent business is not very good, in the past, there were a large number of merchant ships coming and going every day, but now it is difficult to find even a guest!"

Zhang Fang knew the reason for the lack of guests, but after listening to what Jiuqu said, he suddenly asked in his heart, and then explained the appearance of Zhang Shijie and Zhang's mother to Jiuqu.

"I haven't seen it!" Jiuqu shook his head, and then said: "Seven or eight days ago, there were quite a lot of people here, but there were many good giant ships at that time, and there were not many people who could look at the old and decrepit ship. ”

Jiuqu said that Zhang Fang agreed, but few people were willing to take this small boat, if it wasn't for the last resort, who would be on this insecure small boat.

A wave could capsize the boat at any moment.

However, Jiuqu has been able to ferry safely for decades, which shows that its experience is sophisticated, and it is not easy for people to die in this river, and it may be safer than those large merchant ships.

"I wonder when we will leave?" Zhang Fang looked at the foggy river, there were waves on the river, and he also found that the amplitude of the ripples on the river was slowly increasing.

"Not today!" Jiuqu stood up and looked at the sky above the Jiuqu River, his eyes flashed with essence: "Tomorrow, I have to temporarily succumb here for one night tonight!"

Zhang Fang looked at the fog on the river surface and couldn't help asking: "Isn't it because of the dense fog on the river surface, you have to wait until the fog dissipates before you can safely cross the Jiuqu River?"

The old man Jiuqu shook his head, jumped off the boat and landed on the shore, and said in a heartfelt manner: "The old man has been in the Jiuqu River for many years, and he is familiar with everything on the river, even if the depth of the fog is a few points greater, he can't stop me!"

He was extremely confident in this, and his tone was quite serious.

"Storm?" Zhang Fang asked.

Jiuqu shook his head, and Zhang Fang went on to name several common natural disasters that made navigation inconvenient, but Jiuqu still shook his head.

"Why?" Zhang Fang finally compromised.

"This is a well-known legend, and I have experienced it myself once!" Jiuqu's voice had an inexplicable temptation, and Zhang Fang suddenly became interested.

Zhang Fang also jumped off the boat, and at this time, Jiuqu had already set up firewood in front of the stone monument, and was about to set fire to the wood at this moment.

The two sat on a small bamboo bench, leaning against the stone monument and looking at the continuous river.

"Once, it was night!" Jiuqu took a sip of wine, and roasted the skewered saury on the fire back and forth: "At that time, Lao Yu carried three guests through the river, and suddenly heard an extremely strange sound, I can't tell what the sound is, only that the sound came from the bottom of the river. ”

"What happened at that time?" Zhang Fang frowned, it seemed that this was related to the demon again.

Jiuqu had a low voice, even though he had a cheerful personality, his face still inevitably showed a faint sadness.

That kind of voice is very special, like laughing but not laughing, like crying but not crying, and even has an inexplicable sense of sadness, at that time, except for me who escaped by luck, those three people were all buried at the bottom of the river.

The time of this voice is uncertain, but it is always at night, after escaping the catastrophe, maybe I am very concerned about it, so I can always sense the crisis in the dark and skillfully avoid the catastrophe... I haven't encountered it again over the years, but there have been many accidents on merchant ships in the past. ”

Zhang Fang groaned: "In other words, this kind of voice will appear tonight?"

"That's good!" Jiuqu calmly sprinkled salt on the fish: "So you can't set off today, you have to wait until tomorrow." ”

Soon, the saury is thoroughly grilled.

The old man's technique is very unique, and the grilled fish is very comparable, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Zhang Fang took the fish handed over by Jiuqu, attracted by the aroma and his stomach was empty, so he couldn't wait to take a bite.

"The meat is delicious, fat but not greasy... Your old craft is a masterpiece. Zhang Fang was sincerely amazed, he had not eaten such a natural and delicious grilled fish for a long time.

Jiuqu smiled: "It will be better with wine!"

Zhang Fang picked up the wine jar when he heard this, poured a bowl full of it, and poured the fish meat into his stomach, and the fish meat and the aroma of the wine were mixed together, and suddenly there was a feeling he had never experienced.

At night, an endless cold wind blows on the river!

Wave after wave, surging onto the beach, bringing new pebbles, crabs, etc., while Zhang Fang was sitting on the bow of the boat, contemplating his breathing.

He was operating the surging demonic power in his body, and the path of Tianxi County had made him accumulate a huge amount of demonic power, which was enough for him to condense the demonic power of the blood pattern.

But condensing the blood pattern is not a trivial matter, only by leaving the increasingly weird Yunzhou, can he calm down and condense the blood pattern.

In the final analysis, he has not yet crossed the threshold of demon refining, and he is still one step away from the real demon refining.

"It's almost there!" Zhang Fang suddenly opened his eyes.

The faint moonlight sprinkled on the stone tablet more than three meters high not far away, illuminating the ancient characters on the inscription.

"Nine songs!"