Zhou Bai listened to the previous sentence and was fine, because what he said did make sense.

Any dragon boat in this river is more than 100 meters long and twenty or thirty meters wide, and the bow of the boat is also driven by a special dragon shooting crossbow, and ordinary Xiaojiao does not dare to make a mistake.

The dragon crossbow is famous on the Ningjiang River, almost every year there are dragon boats that are overturned by evil Jiao, but every year there are also several evil Jiao who are directly nailed to death by shooting dragon crossbows.

The latter sentence of the fisherman, Zhou Bai can only be attributed to the vision of mortals, what immortals, dragon gods, it is estimated that they are the descendants of the Taoist priests and dragon kings of the second and third realms.

In his previous life, Zhou Bai had heard a similar story.

A certain dragon god changed the rainfall of the month without authorization, and sprinkled it on the Tianjiang River, and finally the waterspout affected the dragon boat full of tens of thousands of people.

And the Taoist priest of the town boat on this dragon boat happened to be a part-time Yangshen-level Taoist official in the imperial court, and he was furious when he saw this situation, and immediately beat this dragon god to death, and the rainy day was clear.

After the investigation of the Heavenly Court, this dragon god was just the most inconspicuous of the many descendants of a certain dragon king, not only did he not have the title of young monarch, but also did not have the official position of the Heavenly Court, so he could not be called a dragon god at all.

If it is a real dragon god, it must generally be a real dragon, and ordinary immortals can't suppress it at all, not to mention how can the heavenly court immortals escort mortal ships.

As for the injury of the evil dragon who made trouble, even if it is healed, it will be punished by the heavenly court, and then it will be cleaned up by the dragon king.

Under the description of the old man, the eyes of the two brothers were full of yearning, how majestic the dragon god, the immortal, the thousand-meter dragon boat, and the ten thousand miles of Tianjiang that cut off the Daxu Dynasty.

Zhou Bai listened to it with relish, and added a few words from time to time, which provoked the old man to give a thumbs up.

It is worthy of being a show of talent and fairness, and he has seen a big scene.

Because he was going to board the ship and sail, he would inevitably encounter wind and rain along the way, so Zhou Bai took off his talented young man, but he didn't expect that the old man could still recognize his identity at a glance.

I have lived on the river for many years, not to mention anything else, but I still have a good hand in my eyesight.

Talking like this, and then there is the Shizi sword at his waist, and it happens to be late June, the old man is very sure that this plain white young man is going to take the exam.

Of course, he ushered in more people to be sent, and he was able to be neither humble nor arrogant.

But the seventeen or eighteen-year-old brother next to him didn't dare to talk casually, he was talented and famous, and he was a big man to them.

It's the younger brother, staring at a pair of smart big eyes, secretly looking at Zhou Bai, is this the scholar in the storyteller's mouth?

After that, there was nothing to say all the way, until the dragon boat was connected, and Zhou Bai let the two go on first out of politeness.

For this kind of village boy who is afraid of life and wants to live better by himself, he has never been stingy with his kindness.

After a while, another hanging basket was put down, and Zhou Bai stood up steadily.

The deck more than 30 meters wide was crowded with boat passengers, some leaning on the railing to blow the wind, some chatting in groups of three or two, and some vendors selling all kinds of goods.

"Hello, Gongzi pays the boat fare here, where are you going, the end point of this ship is straight to Tianjiang Port, and it runs through Dingzhou along the way." Soon, a maid guided Zhou Bai to a cabin and pointed to the price list hanging in the center.

It shows the number of ferry crossings to stop at in each county, which is basically two or three in one county, and the price list for each ferry port is attached.

Of the eight counties in Dingzhou, only Bei'an County does not have access to Ningjiang.

Before arriving at the state city, you need to pass through three counties and thirteen cities such as Ruinan County, Longfeng County, and Dingzhou County, and the distance is thousands of miles.

However, the price is not very expensive, Zhou Bai bought a single first-class cabin, to the nearest ferry in Dingzhou City, only ten taels of silver.

And the ten taels of the boat fare includes food and drink, if there is any need, the service on the ship first-class guests are given priority.

Ten taels from Bei'an to Dingzhou City, the cost of changing horses alone is more than that, not to mention renting a carriage to catch the exam.

More than 3,000 miles of waterway, all the way to the wind can be reached in half a month.

After paying the money, Zhou Bai simply registered his information, and at this time, the Central Plains Dynasty included Haichuan, but did not implement any strict travel system.

Even ordinary civilians can go to various places with identity documents, and Zhou Bai, as a scholar, will not be stopped even if he passes through ordinary passes.

Zhou Bai looked up and saw that there was another floor above, so he climbed the stairs, he would be able to enjoy the wide view of the top deck, and the scenery of the Ningjiang River could be seen from afar by the railing.

On the top deck were first-class guests, either wealthy merchants or scholars with great fame, and occasionally a few officials, who were also in a unique corner under the protection of their attendants.

These officials are all wearing regular clothes, but their style and bearing cannot be hidden, and no one is so short-sighted.

Zhou Bai's divine sense had carefully probed the inside and outside of the dragon ship, and there was no Taoist priest accompanying the ship, nor did he have any other abnormal extraordinary powers.

There was only one official in his forties and fifties, with red qi lingering all over his body, and there was a faint flow of mana in his body.

It should be a seven-grade official, who has already been taught the Tao Sutra, and now he is old and takes the initiative to practice, and it is estimated that he is the kind who forcibly enters the Tao by taking advantage of the system's luck.

In Daxu, people are qualified to teach the exercises by the imperial court, and at this time, those who generally have no hope of entering the Shi will begin to learn the Tao.

But if there is a serious official substitute, the person will give priority to being an official, after all, it is better to be an official for a term, and after death, he can have the opportunity to become an ancestral spirit.

Tongjinshi can also see through it, they know that there is no hope of immortality, and they will spend more energy on officialdom in the first half of their lives.

If you climb up, you can climb, if you can't climb, when you are about to return to your hometown, you will borrow the road to cultivate, strive to live longer, and then you can enter the spiritual realm or the dragon court after death.

Those who have contributed to the dynasty and humanity have the opportunity to be posthumously crowned as gods, which is also an alternative kind of immortality.

As for the second-class and first-class jinshi, needless to say, they will accept some idle official positions, and then concentrate on seeking the Tao.

The list of heavenly books, even after death, can be taken by the heavenly court, but whether they can be selected as heavenly officials in the future can only depend on their own creation.

At this time, it is three poles in the sun.

The glorious sun reflects the river surface into a hot golden lake, with thousands of waves overlapping and river sails.

The gentle river breeze with a little heat aroused the pride in people's hearts, and a few high-spirited readers even improvised poems.

This provoked the people on the upper and lower decks to applaud, mostly to watch the excitement, but they were unable to express themselves, and now there are people who can express their hearts, and they will not be stingy with appreciation.

"Thinking about the past, crossing the river and drying, the moth looks low and crosses the mountain."

Among them, the poems of two Xiucai are the most cheering, they stand proudly on the bow of the boat with their hands behind their backs, and they force the reader to pretend to be the extreme.

"The falling flowers and flowing water are light and crimson, and the sails are flying in the waves."

"Good, good poetry!" Zhou Bai is also among the people around him who praise and praise, of course, he really thinks he can.

If you have a few more sentences to form a complete two poems, it is not a big problem to enter the level of red poems.

Maybe Zhou Bai shouted too loudly, or maybe his unique temperament was difficult to hide, in short, the two showmen noticed him at once.

One of them bowed his hand to the surroundings, and walked up to Zhou Bai and asked with some dissatisfaction: "Brother Ren should also be famous, is there no impromptu sentence in this situation?!" ”

"Oh......" immediately began to sound a heckling.

The two brothers, who began to board the ship together, also saw Zhou Bai leaning on the railing on the lower deck.

"Brother, you see, it's the talented man who knows more than you, and he seems to be about to compose poetry."

"No, I've heard people say that you need to be talented in poetry, but that boy is a good man, I know."

"Childe, let's say a few ......"

As more and more people shouted, Zhou Bai could only sigh: "I won't do poetry, let's have a few sentences casually." ”

"The steepness of Kunlun is high, and the saga of the stones is out...... Looking at the grandeur of the hundred rivers, Mo Shangmei is in the Ningjiang River. ”

More than 100 words are sprinkled, although they are not as heart-wrenching as the previous poems, but in the eyes of those who understand, they are a deeper expression of their skills.

Even a few officials standing under the umbrella cast surprised eyes, and some whispered to the entourage beside them, perhaps explaining to inquire about Zhou Bai's information.

"In Xia Yuling, a person from Ruinan County, this is Ma Liang, and I are fellow villagers, both of whom are talents this year."

"Brother Ma didn't mean to target, he has a rough personality, and he likes to learn from his peers, and he definitely doesn't deliberately force his son to compose on the spot."

Soon, another Xiucai stepped forward to apologize, and his words were quite sincere.

It's just that in Zhou Bai's opinion, this person is a little too smart, obviously he also wants to be tempted, but he sits firmly on the Diaoyutai and watches Ma Liang offend himself.

Now that he has seen Zhou Bai's literary talent, he immediately posted an apology, pulled Ma Liang to show his bearing, and tried to make friends.

Ma Liang's face showed some embarrassed ruddy at this time, and he said to Zhou Bai embarrassedly: "I can see at a glance that Brother Tai is unusual, so I am a little reckless, don't you go to your heart, or I invite you to drink?" ”

He looked at the coaxing posture around him, and only then did he realize that he had roasted Zhou Bai on the fire.

If this person has a bad mind and no inspiration, won't he lose face because of him?

Zhou Bai had insight into everything in his heart, but he was silent, and bowed his hand: "In the next Zhou Bai, people from Bei'an, both of them are in the same year, and they will be fortunate to meet." ”

Under careful observation, if Ma Liang is not really scheming, then this kind of performance is straightforward.

"Zhou Bai? Mo is not the first in this year's Bei'an County test! That's a real deal. Yu Ling was stunned and asked in surprise.

Before Zhou Bai nodded and admitted, Ma Liang had already taken up a place under the pergola not far away, and there were two jars of Kaifeng wine on the table.

"Anchor and set sail!"

Woo~Buzz......

The majestic horn sounded one after another at the Shuiyang Ferry.

At this time, it was a tailwind, and the old captain, who was familiar with the celestial phenomena, immediately ordered to set off, and more than a dozen dragon ships set sail at the same time.

The sparkling surface of the river instantly overshadowed a large area, like artificial dark clouds covering the scorching heat of midsummer.

The three Xiucai sat in the shade and talked about wine, who was not high-spirited, before the township test, the future was undecided.