Sending away the mark of doom and divine thoughts, Qing Han's feeling of strength dissipated.

His body and spirit quickly weakened, and his face immediately turned pale and bloodless.

In his state at this time, the spiritual power vortex was exhausted, and his physical condition was extremely bad, and he was weaker than he had ever been.

The red curtain of the barrier began to crumble everywhere, and a strong wind swept away the disgusting smell in the air.

Qing Han's blazing eyes also dimmed, and after a short period of confusion, he gradually gained some light.

His gaze wandered away, and where the red lotus dissipated, he couldn't reach it when he raised his hand.

The sky had long since returned to its original state, but it was a terrible mess, with all the surrounding flowers, trees, and human tracks destroyed.

"Your soul is scattered, your spirit is destroyed, you have lost your existence, and you have gained eternal peace, you can be regarded as unrestrained......"

Qing Han barely managed to summon the horse through a trace of contact with the storage bag, and lay down on the horse's back with difficulty.

He touched the tall purple horns, took out some pieces of meat, and handed them to its mouth.

"Eat and drink as soon as you are satisfied, and do not stay here for too long. ”

Qing Han pulled out the green gourd and took a big sip.

The tip of the tongue is clear and distinct, and the heat in the abdomen is tumbling.

"That's what makes wine...... What the hell is that? ”

I don't look at the brightly lit Huaisu Town, and I don't think about the complex cause and effect.

Lying on the back of a wide and soft horse, watching the moon hanging in the sky, the heat in the abdomen is endless.

Qing Han couldn't bear the fatigue anymore, pulled down his eyes and fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, the horse galloped all the way at this time, and then jumped again.

Qing Han was awakened by Shengsheng, his eyes widened, and the gale hit his face.

He glanced down, and it was deep and dark.

Qing Han hurriedly turned over and strangled its neck, causing the horse to scream and neigh, almost not steady.

"Hold the foundation of Cao Drowning Pavilion! I knew that I would leave that chicken wing big cat first, and I would kill you first!"

There are thousands of abyssal ravines, and all of them are extremely short intervals, and once they stop, they will be trapped.

The horses galloped and leaped all the way, and the tears stretched for thousands of miles, and the crying never stopped.

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One man and one horse galloped for three days and two nights, and came to a riverside ferry.

This river is very calm and crystal clear, just like the pool of clear water in the Kaiyang View Park thousands of miles away.

Qinghan suddenly remembered that he had already gone so far this time when he went down to Qingqiu.

When I think of the last three years, I either don't get out of bed or don't get out of ten miles.

Qing Han's heart was slightly hot, so he simply turned over and dismounted, pulled the reins hard, and forcibly dragged the horse away.

There was only a small canoe on the side of the ferry, tied to a large stone on the shore with a thick hemp rope.

A haggy old man in a half-brimmed coat and a tattered straw hat was sitting at the bow of the boat.

He stuck his feet in the water, swaying and making a splash, and his hands seemed to have some kind of beat.

The irregular sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Qing Han said several hellos, but the old man didn't seem to hear it.

Qing Han chuckled, raised his brows slightly, and transported a trace of spiritual power around his throat, making the voice magnified countless times.

"Wu Na Lao Zhouzi! Qingjiangdu is the next river crosser! You still can't do business?!"

The old man's face tightened, and he trembled several times in a row, and shouted in annoyance:

"The little doll is so rude! The time for the rooster to crow has long passed!

He stood up, picked up the long bamboo pole that supported the boat on one side, and looked carefully at Qing Han.

Insert your fingers into the still buzzing ear piercing, and dig and twist in it for a while.

He took out his fingers again, looked at them carefully, puffed up his cheeks and blew hard, and then said slowly:

"The old man's boat only goes once in a thousand years, and he never takes a poor ghost, does the little doll know?"

Qing Han smiled slightly, led the horse into the hull, and casually threw three silver ingots at the old man.

"Go to Huangquan Pass!"

The old man's eyes suddenly suddenly, and he hurriedly lifted the corner of his coat and took the silver shiny that was thrown.

I picked them up one by one and bit them hard, biting out a few shallow tooth marks.

The old man put the silver ingots into the crotch of his pants, immediately put on a new face, and said with a smile:

"If the guest officer has money, he can go anywhere. ”

After saying that, he didn't even care about the horse that was led onto the boat by Qing Han, and immediately went ashore to untie the rope on the boulder.

Without any pause, he picked up the pole and went into the water, and his hands and feet were very flexible.

The river was too calm for the current, but the speed of the boat was quite fast.

Qing Han sat in the bow of the ship, the river surface was like a mirror, the crescent moon pierced the blue waves, and the ripples spread.

The boat was very thin, no more than eight feet long and no more than three feet wide.

The age is old, the wood has rotted, and Qing Han broke it casually, and he made a hand of broken slag.

Qing Han turned back and looked past the horse lying in the boat, and his eyes fell on the old man rowing the pole.

"The boatman said before that he would go once in a thousand years?"

The old man slowed down the movements of his hands, lowered his head and wiped a handful of sweat on the grass on his shoulders, and responded with an unnatural smile:

"That's the old man's casual nonsense, the young man really believes everything. ”

Qing Han did not withdraw his gaze, but wandered on the old man.

Seeing this, the old man tightened his black lips, and his cloudy eyes floated upwards slightly, making a careful thought.

Suddenly, he patted his head, seemed to suddenly realize, and muttered to himself:

"Come to my senses, the old man couldn't count, and could only count ten fingers, plus eleven toes at most. ”

Qing Han glanced at the straw sandals that this person was wearing.

There is no need to look at it carefully, the shoes are badly damaged, and the white toes are all through the holes, and you can see them at a glance.

Qing Han turned to stare at the old man's cloudy eyes, the faint blue light in his eyes flickered slightly, trying to see him through the inside and out.

The more he could see this clearly, the more his brow furrowed.

The old man looked at the vague opposite shore and said with a sneer:

"As soon as I said it casually, a hundred years, thousands of years, thousands of years, doesn't it sound more pretentious. ”

The surface of the river gradually became covered with a layer of mist.

Qing Han nodded, no longer looked at the old man, just looked at the other side from afar, and said softly:

"I see. ”

The mist grew thicker and thicker.

Gradually, there was a strange smell, not unpleasant or pungent.

On the contrary, it makes people feel calm, and sleepiness urges people to step by step.

I don't want to be more serious, Qing Han thought, maybe it's an illusion.

The line of sight was greatly restricted, not to mention the distant shore, and even the old man's body was blurred.

Qing Han's ass felt a hint of moisture and coldness, and the blue water quickly annihilated his lower body.

However, he didn't make any moves, just said lazily and calmly:

"Old Zhouzi, this boat is in the water. ”

The old man's indignant response came from the thick fog, as if this sentence had poked at his pain.

"Don't talk nonsense! When did the old man's boat enter the water and sink into the river?!"

Once the old man gets angry, it is difficult to stop.

"Just ask, just ask the ......"

"What's that...... By the way, Jiang Yue! It's Jiang Yue! And that ......."

"What did I just say? A hundred, right?"

Qing Han's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he pulled his fingers one by one, and said intermittently:

"Jiang ...... Month, Jiang ...... The more, the green...... Ming, Qing ...... Hades, you've said three. ”

Qing Han finally fell asleep.

The old man was still in good spirits.

"Nonsense! The old man has crossed over thousands of people!"

......

The white fog is obscured, and the riverbank looms.