The ancient pond is very wide, bottomless, and shrouded in a thin mist.

Ethereal, like a fairyland.

Opposite the ancient pond is a vast and boundless locust forest.

There were strange sounds faintly in the depths of the woods, like the shouts of the peddlers' pawns as they were trading, and like a group of people arguing about something.

Mr. Zuo led us to the edge of the pool, took out a green piccolo from his sleeve and blew it.

The sound of the flute is clear and long, echoing over the ancient pond, intertwining with the surrounding scenery, as if it is a smart picture.

It didn't take long for a small boat to row over and stop on the shore.

The boatman was an old man in his early sixties.

Wearing a brown straw hat, his skin is dark, his fingers are slender and delicate, and his nails more than two inches long are a strange dark blue.

"These little babies all went to Guhuai Town to practice, and it is convenient for the second master of Lao Wei!"

Mr. Zuo arched his hand at the boatman, and then threw him a black wooden sign.

The boatman took the wooden sign and glanced at it twice, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Zuo is polite, it is the duty of our ferrymen to welcome the newcomers, please get on the boat." ”

The two actually met.

Moreover, it seems to be quite familiar.

Mr. Zuo nodded, jumped into the boat first, and stomped on the bottom of the boat.

It seems unintentional, but in fact it is to check whether the hull is strong.

This subtle move was seen by the boatman, and his face immediately sank.

Mr. Zuo didn't care, and only nodded after confirming that there was no problem with the boat.

Let everyone get on board in turn.

I took the lead, and Gu Mingshu followed.

followed by Ding Xiaoyan and Han Linfeng.

Zhou Yanxiao hesitated for a moment, and followed to the boat tremblingly.

In the end, it was Li Fuqiang, who followed behind Zhou Yanxiao.

However, just as he was about to step on the boat, he was stopped by the boatman.

"This gentleman is ......"

The boatman turned his head to look at Mr. Zuo.

"I don't know!"

Mr. Zuo replied lightly and led everyone to the cabin.

After finding a place to sit down, Mr. Zuo lit a dry cigarette and smoked two puffs very comfortably.

"Since Mr. Zuo doesn't know him, according to the rules here, then please go back."

The boatman gently pushed Li Fuqiang away, and the pole was gently touched to the shore, and the hull of the boat moved.

Li Fuqiang was not in a hurry, took out a crystal clear jade pendant, and shook it in front of the boatman's eyes.

"Killing the Martial Arts?"

The boatman was extremely shocked, stopped the boat suddenly, and made a gesture to Li Fuqiang to get on the boat: "I was offended just now, please ......"

"Don't worry, the old gentleman also does things according to the rules."

Li Fuqiang smiled at the boatman, and after jumping onto the boat, he glanced at Mr. Zuo coldly, and pulled Zhou Yanxiao to sit on the back of the cabin.

deliberately kept a certain distance from Mr. Zuo and everyone.

"Sit down, everyone, and get out of the boat!"

The boatman shouted, the pole rushed to the water, and the boat was in the ancient pool, galloping towards the opposite shore.

Gutan is full of undercurrent whirlpools, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will be in danger of shipwrecking and dying.

From time to time, the boat was swept to the edge of the whirlpool and shook violently.

It seems to roll over at any moment.

The boatman looked calm, unhurriedly propped up the boat, and chatted with Mr. Zuo from time to time.

Mr. Zuo's attitude was lukewarm.

It's a bit of a pity.

The boatman didn't care, and every time he made a turn, he would tap the pole to the boat a few times.

I noticed.

On the pole, where the boatman is holding, there are several grooves.

It's like being pierced by a sharp weapon like a sword.

"Second Master Wei is almost eighty, right?"

Mr. Zuo asked the boatman coldly, but his eyes were staring at the pool.

In the mist.

Two boats could be seen approaching this way quickly.

The boatman didn't answer Mr. Zuo, frowned, and muttered to himself, "How did you meet these two plague gods?" ”

Let's talk about it.

Suddenly reversed direction and paddled towards a vortex where the water was extremely fast.

"What plague god?"

Mr. Zuo asked lightly.

"Gutan Water Ghost!"

The boatman replied as he quickly stirred up the pole and shook his body from side to side.

Mr. Zuo nodded thoughtfully and did not continue to ask.

The two boats behind followed unhurriedly.

Suddenly.

Our boat shook violently, and the bow was sucked into the vortex and tilted to one side.

"Sit down, everybody......"

The boatman let out a loud shout and slapped the pole against the water, trying to straighten the boat.

However, the water flow was too fast, and the force of the pole hitting the water was not enough to counteract the suction of the vortex.

The hull continued to tilt.

The first half is already level with the water.

All were unsteady on their feet.

The boatman can use a pole to balance his body.

Others had to lie on the deck, grasping the side of the boat with both hands, barely able to hold on to it.

The boatman poked the pole into the end, revealing only a small half of the water.

"Second Master Wei, are you okay?"

At this time, Mr. Zuo was still in the mood to joke with the boatman.

The boatman replied, "Who do you look down on?" Even in another ten years, I will still be able to hold the boat and find women. ”

As he spoke.

A wave stirred up in the whirlpool and hit our ship.

The hull of the boat, which had just been straightened by the boatman, leaned to one side again.

Worse.

The hull of the ship began to circle along the current.

It will be swallowed up by a vortex at any time.

Or, roll over and get caught in a whirlpool.

The boatman kept lapping the water, and from time to time he poked the pole into the water.

Zhou Yanxiao spit out with a "wow", and her body slid down.

Fortunately, Li Fuqiang was quick and caught her in time.

This kind of feeling of being swayed around is really uncomfortable, and all the internal organs seem to be shaken out.

It went on for about five or six minutes.

The boatman's expression suddenly relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face: "It's okay, it's okay, the water ghost is gone, we can also leave." ”

As he spoke, the boatman twisted the pole a few times, and the head of the pole popped out again, and it was more than two meters long.

The trap is cleverly done.

From the appearance of the strut, it is not visible at all.

With the help of the brace that popped out, the boatman quickly found a support point underwater.

Then he strained his hands, and after the pole was stressed, it bent nearly fifty degrees.

"Up!"

The boatman let out a deep sigh, his arms crumbling tightly, and his veins bulging like earthworms.

The pole bottomed out and rebounded, creating a huge force that finally pushed the boat off the vortex.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lying limply on the deck.

The boatman disagreed, saying that he had encountered a thrilling scene before, and he didn't know how many times he had encountered it.

No matter how much bragging there is in this statement.

From the time he was in distress just now, he showed composure and calmness.

It shows that this person is by no means simple.

At this time, the two boats behind him had long since disappeared.

The boatman will prop up the boat and move in the predetermined direction.

Everyone's mood has gradually stabilized.

Frightened.

Oil gives birth to a kind of happiness for the rest of the life.

Mr. Zuo sat down at the bow of the boat and chatted with the boatman.

The boatman's name is Wei Chigong.

Known as Wei Erye.

He has been a ferryman on the ancient pond for decades.

The "water ghost" mentioned by the boatman just now refers to the gangsters who hijacked ships in Gutan.

These "water ghosts" wander around the periphery of Guhuai Town.

Some hijacked roads, some hijacked ships.

It's hard to prevent.

Today, everyone's luck is good, and it is Wei Chigong who is a skilled and bold person.

Dare to prop the boat into the center of the vortex.

Take advantage of the danger of Gutan to get rid of the "water ghost".

Change to another ferryman.

Either they will be hijacked by the "water ghosts" and "cut their meat", or they will sink into the ancient pond with the boat and people.

Everyone was terrified for a while.

Only Mr. Zuo laughed.

Wei Chigong glanced at Mr. Zuo dissatisfiedly, and his face became a little strange.