"Yan Chu Dao Chang doesn't know that there is a ferryman who can break through the mystery of this place, and instead of the mysterious man who detains ghosts, he can help everyone board a boat to cross the river!"

Chen Yang said slowly.

"That's right, that kid really has a hand, and it is said that he is still a ferryman on the side of the Xia River, and he has a lot of background."

Zhu Fugui said with a smile.

Li Yanchu was a little stunned.

It is worthy of being one of the seventy-two blessed lands of Taoism, and the dojo of land immortals has attracted even this kind of person.

There was something strange about his expression.

"In the place of the mysterious man?"

Li Yanchu was a little incredulous, this was robbing the mysterious man's job?

Is the ferryman industry so involuted?

Zhu Fugui touched his head and said with a smile: "It's indeed incredible, but there have always been many mysterious legends around Xiahe, and it is understandable that there is such a ferryman." ”

The Xia River is the largest river in the Qianguo, and its status is equivalent to the Yellow River in Li Yanchu's previous life.

Originally, it had an ancient name, but it was renamed during the Great Xia Dynasty and has been handed down to this day.

It has always been very mysterious, and there are many legends of strange immortals.

Many people believe that the bottom of the Xia River leads directly to the Yellow Spring of the underworld, and there is a boundary between the two worlds of yin and yang.

While the three of them were talking, the small boat that Li Yanchu had seen slowly approached.

The waves are turbulent, but a lonely boat is as steady as a rock, extremely stable.

The ship was originally a grim-looking man, holding a Taoist magic weapon soul bell, which could attract spirits to board the ship.

Now he was replaced by a brutal man with an ugly appearance and a strong body, his eyes shining cold, and a short knife at his waist.

The muscles and bones of the body seem to be cast in copper and iron, but just looking at it from a distance, you can feel a compelling sense of oppression!

"How can I look at this man like a murderous thief more than like a boatman."

Li Yanchu said slowly.

He had seen a ferryman before, who was in the tomb of the Marquis of Zhennan, and he didn't have such a strong sense of oppression.

Zhu Fugui muttered: "That's right, I also don't think this person is a good person." ”

Not only them, but anyone who sees this Xia River ferryman will probably have this kind of thought.

Be his ship, as if he is going to kill people and steal goods in the next moment.

But.

Most practitioners know some of the rules of ferrymen.

For example, you need to pay for a boat!

The money here is not silver, nor is it a collection of money as is rumored, but it refers to something of value.

For example, this ferryman collects the magic weapon in this palace!

One ritual weapon per person is the boat fare!

For another example, whether it is a monk or a Taoist priest, or a reckless man, no one will break the rules and deal with the ferryman.

Of course.

This refers to the time when you are on a boat.

The situation that requires ferrymen is more dangerous and extreme waters, and people in this industry have a set of special methods for communicating with ghosts and gods.

As long as you follow their rules, you will be able to survive unharmed.

For example, the common corpse caves, the River of the Dead, and the Underground Yin River in many tombs all require ferrymen to come forward.

It's almost a convention.

Don't ask where you come from, don't ask why, collect money and do things.

This is the ferryman.

A more neutral business.

Many of the boats approached the shore, and several monks around them quickly surrounded them, preparing to hand over the Dao Palace magic weapons to cross the river for the boat fare.

A dragon groan.

Amazing!

It makes people lose control in an instant.

A figure flew in from afar.

It is a young man with eyes and a dusty temperament.

As soon as he appeared, everyone present was a little eclipsed.

The few people who were planning to board the ship were taken by his powerful momentum and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

It is the little Taoist master of Maoshan.

Ang Baiwei!

Hong Baiwei's aura was strong at this time, and there was a faint divine light on his body.

The dragon's groan came from his chest.

Obviously a great divine artifact.

He came to the side of the boat and casually threw a Dao Palace magic weapon to the ferryman.

The ferryman bowed slightly, to one side.

Hung Baiwei boarded the bow of the ship.

He had his eyes above the top, and although he obeyed the rules of the ferryman, he did not pay attention to everyone present.

Arrogant.

It seems that everyone is a local chicken and a dog in his eyes, and only a few people such as the monk of Daxiangguo Temple can compare with him.

Even when he saw Pei Yu, who was chased and killed, he didn't have any expression.

Suddenly!

Hong Baiwei saw Li Yanchu in the crowd, and his eyes suddenly froze.

It was this person who killed all the Maoshan men!

Turned him into a loner!

"When I go to Jinting Mountain to find the fairy fate, I will definitely crush this person's bones and ashes, and the soul of the fight will be scattered!"

Hong Baiwei said in his heart.

Li Yanchu is in the shadow of the sun, and the heavenly machine on his body is obscured, which is very easy to be ignored.

As a young Taoist priest who is not outstanding except for being handsome.

Even Hung didn't realize it.

Why didn't Fang Cai himself find this person in the crowd at a glance.

Li Yanchu looked at Hong Baiwei's gloomy face and smiled slightly.

A middle finger at him!

Hong Baiwei couldn't understand this gesture, but he understood the provocative meaning.

His face became more and more cold!

To Li Yanchu's surprise, this arrogant Maoshan Taoist who regards human life like a mustard.

turned around directly and stopped caring about himself.

"Is it on the ferryman's boat and can't do it at will, or is there a fairy fate that Hong Baiwei is familiar with in this Jinting Mountain, and he doesn't want to make extraneous branches?"

Li Yanchu said in his heart.

The ferryman from near the Xia River was much faster than the cold man holding the soul bell before.

After almost a stick of incense, he turned back.

"Is this the difference between doing it for the public and doing it for yourself?"

Li Yanchu smiled slightly.

Although Hong Baiwei is not a good person, his personality is domineering and indifferent.

But it's not someone who can be killed silently.

The ferryman didn't seem to have any problems.

On the contrary, Li Yanchu was a little surprised.

"According to this Hong Baiwei's temperament, he didn't take the opportunity to kill the ferryman and block the way of the rest of the people."

"Is it killing the ferryman that will cause something bad?"

Li Yanchu touched his chin and thought.

It can accommodate up to two people at a time.

Except for the unruly Hong Baiwei, the rest of the people got on the boat very consciously in order.

Everyone paid the Dao Palace Ritual Vessel Arrival Fee, and there was no conflict.

Even with Zhu Fugui's size, standing on a small boat is still as stable as Mount Tai, without a trace of waves.

Li Yanchu was just about to board the ship.

A woman in a Taoist robe flew by, it was the same female crown he had seen before.

Ding Rou!

At this time, Chen Yang had already left by boat with Zhu Fugui, and Li Yanchu happened to be left alone on the shore.

Ding Rou had many blood stains on her body, and her face was pale.

"Li Daoyou, save me!"

Ding Rou looked panicked, as if she had encountered something terrifying.

(End of chapter)