Qingqing sat on the bow of the boat bored, and when the old man saw that all the ferrymen were on the boat, he skillfully put the iron ring on the iron chain.

The old man's hand burst out with very human strength, and he followed the current, pulling the boat slowly to the other end.

Today's stream water was a little cold, and Qingqing quickly took her feet back.

In the past, the people who came and went to the ferry were all calm and leisurely merchants, and some would have a few words with the old man, talking about the north and the south, and telling strange things, as if to show their omniscience.

The old man just smiled, and there seemed to be an incomprehensible simplicity in his cloudy eyes, which often caused the passing businessmen to laugh.

There are also people who rush to the market, roll up their sleeves, or ask for a cup of cool tea, or smile and come to the old man, saying that they want to try it.

But their clumsy appearance was so amusement that even if their wrists jumped, the ferry could not move forward.

At this time, they always have to wave their hands awkwardly, and then praise the old man's bravery.

But in recent days, it has been different, the person pulling the boat is still the old man, and the ferryman is not the group of chattering businessmen.

These people always wrapped themselves tightly, and their eyes were cautiously staring around, as if they were always on the lookout for something.

There are also tall men around him, with a sinister aura of his own, and everyone looks like an enemy.

Later, I heard that the enemy army was coming, Qingling was about to be breached, and the dignitaries and dignitaries in the city were going to Qingdu, saying that there was a general sitting there, and they could still seek a trace of stability.

The mountain roads are rugged and difficult to navigate, but the waterways are convenient.

Even if Qingling is broken, what can it do? No matter who lives in Qingling, there is always someone to cross the autumn wind, and there is always someone to ferry.

Because of the long-term wind and sun, the old man's skin was dry and dark, and he sometimes took off the hat on his head, looked in the direction of Qingdu, and muttered to himself.

"It's dirty, it's dirty, and the autumn breeze is dirty......"

Dirty, Qingqing knows, what the old man said is that there are more people coming and going, and there will be more turbidity.

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the weather in the autumn wind gradually changed, and the clouds were thick, as if there was a light snake trying to break free from the black clouds and rush down.

Just finished sending a batch of ferrymen, the old man never got tired after a day of ferrying, but knocked on the boat board for a while.

"Qingqing, the situation has changed, and the master can't protect you."

When he said this, he looked at the black cloud above his head, Qingqing didn't understand, "Why did Master say this?" ”

The old man just shook his head and looked at the courtyard where he lived not far away, "It's going to rain, let's go back, I'll come by myself on the last boat." ”

I saw that there were a dozen or so people coming over there, leading two horses, and immediately there was a man in a black cloak, far away, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Qingqing refused, "Master take me along, the last boat won't be delayed much." ”

In the past, she would not refuse any words from the old man, but this time Qingqing always felt uneasy, as if she would never see her again when she was separated this time.

I can't say where this fear comes from, but it's probably the so-called premonition.

The old man looked at Qingqing, turned the direction of the ferry by himself, and took Qingqing to the group of people.

The speed at which the old man went back was a little slow, "Qingqing, I remember what the master told you, you have to stay away from people, you are a little grass demon, and you can't enter this world." ”

When they reached the men, a man in a narrow black coat hid the blade hanging from his waist behind him, "Old man, may you take us across the river?"

Behind him, a man stepped forward with a bag of silver, and the old man waved his hand, "The official's boat, the official's family is in charge of the money, you just need to carry the things up." ”

As he had spoken, he turned his back, and the man did not refrain from refusing, but took the silver and went to speak to the man who sat on the horse.

I saw that the man nodded slightly, and the group was about to get on the ferry.

Qingqing looked at this group of people cautiously, not like businessmen, nor like dignitaries hiding from the war, although they were in a hurry, their faces were full of indifference.

They are like official families.

The old man said that he wanted to stay away from people, especially the official family, so Qingqing stopped looking at it.

The black clouds were getting tighter and tighter, and there was a damp smell in the air, releasing some fishy smell, mixed with other things.

Someone looked up at the black oppressive clouds and muttered, "This ghost weather, I don't know that I think there is something going to be tribulated." ”

On the ferry, there was already some distance from the shore, and the tense thoughts of these people seemed to ease a little.

One person diligently brought the wine jug to the man who was surrounded in the middle, and the man stretched out his bony hand and waved it, which was considered to be a sound.

"Don't talk nonsense, where are the monsters in the world?"

As soon as these words came out, the old man who had never talked to the ferry man smiled rarely, and the old and heroic smile also attracted Qingqing's attention.

The man looked at the old man, and he couldn't see his expression clearly under the veil, "Old man, what are you laughing at?" ”

His voice was as warm as jade, and Qingqing liked it very much.

The old man is still doing his own thing, "I'm just right when I laugh at the boy, where are the demons in the world, even if there are demons, the world is not suitable for cultivation for a long time, the damned ones are all dead, and the only ones that survive the catastrophe can't survive." ”

Qingqing lowered her eyes, and her thoughts drifted a little away.

She believed that she was a little grass demon, but why didn't she show the slightest difference, and she didn't turn into her original form at some point.

You also need three meals a day.

The little guy who was just murmuring looked at Qingqing, then at the old man, and said out of kindness: "Old man, you should leave quickly, that Qingling is not stable at the moment." ”

"There is no stability in this world."

"But once Qingling falls, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."

"If the old man and I leave, those Qingling merchants won't be able to leave."

The little guy's eyes showed a hint of difficulty, as if he was going for the old man, but his eyes were looking towards Qingqing.

After getting off the boat, the boy beckoned to the little guy and whispered a few words, and the little guy bowed his head and ran towards the old man again.

"Old man, if you want, this girl can leave with us, the son said, and he will find a job for the girl to live and work in peace and contentment in Qingdu."

The old man smiled, he knew that Qingqing had heard it.

"My family is very good, so I don't worry about my son."

But the little guy didn't follow, "Old man, the girl is in her cardamom years, if you bury this autumn wind crossing, wouldn't people and gods be angry?" My son-in-law has a clear breeze and bright moon, and he has no other intentions, just a pity! ”

But the old man didn't pay attention to it, and took care of himself to untie the boat and plan to go back.

"Hey, you old man, why do you want to drag the little girl to bury you!"

The boy snorted lightly, "Xun prisoner, don't be rude!" ”

The man who was called a prisoner had no choice but to give up, just looking at Qingqing and sighing uncontrollably, as if Qingqing would be a corpse in the wilderness the next moment.

The old man ignored it, and Qingqing ignored it.

Naturally, the two people on the ferry didn't see the salute that Gongzi did.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the old man sighed, "Qingqing, tomorrow tomorrow you will cross this mountain by yourself, and the first person you see will leave." ”

Qingqing replied in a low voice, not asking the reason.

"Boom—"

Thunder exploded, and electric snakes surged through the clouds, as if something was brewing.

The old man hurried Qingqing back, saying that he would come back after tying up the boat.

Qingqing left and looked back, but saw the old man sitting comfortably on the bow of his own boat, standing with his body bent.

"Boom—"

There was another muffled thunder, Qingqing was startled, this time the electric snake broke through the clouds and slashed straight to the shore, and the ancient tree tied with iron chains suddenly collapsed.

It was as if the power that had been silent for a long time suddenly exploded, and the entire river trembled slightly.

The broken chain slashed through the blinding cold light and fell into the water, startling a wave with firelight.

The old man still stood there well, as if Fang Cai's noise had nothing to do with his world, just looking up at the sky.

The old man hooked the corners of his lips, "Come on, then a few hundred years are enough to live, so I delayed some time, don't worry." ”

In a trance, Qingqing seemed to see the old man's figure taller and straighter under the shroud of the electric snake, and even his hair seemed to grow longer.

The old man doesn't seem to be the old man anymore, and the master doesn't seem to be the master anymore.

The thunder sounded all night, and the electric snake danced all night, and the ground shook outside, but the hut was very calm.

The night subsided, and the old man was gone.

The ferry was not bolted, and when Qingqing saw it again, the ferry was floating on the lake aimlessly, the iron chain was broken, there was no ferryman, and the ferry had exhausted its last value as a ferry.