A few of the captains were gossiping, and they all dissuaded Leng Jiuming and Hua Wuying not to get close to the Dry Bone Peak, let alone try to go to the Seven Star Lake to hunt for treasures.

Leng Jiuming glanced at the few captains who were still noisy, his blue eyes suddenly froze with frost, and the temperature suddenly dropped in a radius of more than ten miles with the pavilion as the center.

Although several captains make a living on ferries, they have also received many people from the rivers and lakes at the ferry all year round, and they are so frightened that they dare not make a sound under the cold air of Leng Jiuming.

Although several captains were also afraid that this cold young man would take their lives in anger, if they were to compromise and take these two people to the Dry Bone Peak, they would be killed, and they would be willing to die in this ferry, so as not to die in the Dry Bone Peak There was no one to collect the corpses.

Hua Wuying has been in Flower Soul Valley for many years, and her experience since she was a child made her dislike to talk, but in the days of Cold Mountain Villa, Streamer and Liujing often studied martial arts and pharmacology with her, which made her change, and she was no longer the flower valley master who was expressionless and always said nothing.

And she also knew Leng Jiuming's temper, at this time, it would be impossible for him to persuade those captains with good words, of course, Hua Wuying is not the kind of person who knows how to persuade well, she took out a piece of gold from the baggage she carried, threw it on the ground, and said: "Since you don't want to go, this gold should be enough to buy you a boat." ”

The gold is that the streamer knows that she wants to travel with Leng Jiuming, and orders someone to prepare it for her, and from time to time there will be people in the rivers and lakes who spend a lot of money just to seek treatment from Leng Villa, so Leng Villa is actually very rich, if you want to say that there is no broken silver, if you want to say that there is gold that blooms one by one, then there is.

Several captains were shivering from the cold air emanating from Leng Jiuming's body, just hoping to have a way to live to Amitabha Buddha, and now they have a piece of gold, where is there any reason not to agree.

Not to mention buying them a boat, even if they buy all the boats in their hands, that is enough. After all, the boats in the hands of the captains were already dilapidated and old, and the silver taels they had worked hard to ferry on weekdays were barely enough for their family to make ends meet, and there was no extra money to replace the new boat.

A few captains collected the gold, and carefully led Hua Wuying and Leng Jiuming onto the boat and immediately ran away, for fear that Hua Wuying and Leng Jiuming would regret killing them.

After the two of them got on the boat, Leng Jiuming went straight to the cabin and sat down and closed his eyes to recuperate. Hua Wuying looked at it in a daze for a long time, and set sail clumsily.

Hua Wuying grew up in the Flower Soul Valley since she was a child, not only does she not know the nature of water, but even the big rivers are rare, and it is even more difficult for her to climb the boat, besides, this dry bone peak, this Seven Star Lake, she doesn't know the road at all.

After a long day of tossing and turning, the boat finally sailed out of the ferry smoothly and drifted along the river.

"Master, where should our ship go?" Hua Wuying saw that the sky was getting darker, and finally couldn't help but walk into the cabin and ask Leng Jiuming, who was still closing his eyes and recuperating.

"The direction is right, you sit down and rest. Leng Jiuming opened his eyes, and pushed his palms in the direction of the stern of the boat, and the boat was speeding up on the river.

Hua Wuying was tired after tossing for a long time, and sat down opposite Leng Jiuming according to his words, after nightfall, the river was stormy, and the boat was shaking, and Hua Wuying, who rarely took the boat, was shaken to a certain extent, and simply fell asleep in the cabin.

Hua Wuying saw her mother again in her sleep, and her mother boiled her a bowl of thick fish soup and watched her drink it with a gentle face.

In Flower Soul Valley, peach blossom porridge is drunk all year round, and only her mother will personally cook a bowl of fragrant fish soup and a bowl of somen noodles for her every year on her birthday......

"Mother!" In the dream, the mother's voice and appearance gradually blurred, and Hua Wuying screamed and woke up from her sleep. When he saw that he was in the cabin, Hua Wuying sighed softly, his eyes closed slightly, and the emotions surging in his eyes were suppressed.

Her mother, who was willing to spend only a few days a year with her, had already left her. After listening to Bai Jinxiu's story about her and her mother's past, Hua Wuying wanted to ask her mother, in her heart, is she more important, or Bai Jinxiu is more important?

But she will never know the answer, even if she does, what can she do?

"You're awake. Leng Jiuming's faint voice drifted into the cabin with the night breeze, and Hua Wuying came back to his senses, only to find that there was a strong aroma of fish soup coming with the wind.

It turned out that I smelled the aroma of fish soup and dreamed like that.

Hua Wuying got up and walked out of the cabin, the sky was already white, the misty drizzle that had been falling for several days had stopped, the boundless river was magnificent, and this majestic momentum diluted a lot of the sorrow in her heart.

Leng Jiuming sat at the bow of the boat in Shengxue's white clothes, and there was a dilapidated iron pot on the tandoor beside him, and the milky white fish soup in the iron pot was tumbling, steaming up a thin mist, and the rich fragrance came to his face.

"The chef even cooks. Hua Wuying was a little surprised, walked over to Leng Jiuming's side and sat down. In her heart, Leng Jiuming is a fairy-like character who does not eat the world, although his handsome appearance is more appropriately described as a demonic demon.

Such a person would actually cook it himself, and looking at the appearance of this fish soup and smelling this rich aroma, he already foresaw that its taste would not disappoint.

"As a doctor, it is natural that boiling medicine is indispensable, which has something in common with cooking. Leng Jiuming said lightly, took a bowl of fish soup and handed it to Hua Wuying, and then filled another bowl to himself, sipping slowly.

The fish soup is delicious, and the fish freshly caught from the river is even smoother and refreshing. Hua Wuying didn't know if it was because she rarely drank fish soup, but the fish soup at this time made her feel that it was the same as the taste that her mother made for her on her birthday.

Somehow, Hua Wuying, who rarely cried, was uncontrollable for a while, and a few tears fell into the bowl, and the fish soup was mixed with salty tears, and was drunk by Hua Wuying.

"I didn't know that the soup I boiled could make people cry. Leng Jiuming looked at Hua Wuying's reddish eyes covered with mist, and he didn't know what kind of mentality he had, so he suddenly laughed.

But Hua Wuying didn't seem to hear his words, she stared into the distance with the already empty bowl, and was stunned by the rising morning sun at the intersection of water and sky, and the distant mountains were like daisy with undissolvable sorrow.

Leng Jiuming was shocked to realize that maybe something had aroused Hua Wuying's pain, and his words were really not suitable, so he looked at Jiang Mian and stopped talking.

The two people on the boat fell silent at the same time, and all they could hear was the wind howling in their ears.