Xiao Ru took the key, went to the west town, when he was about to arrive at the ferry, he saw a very strange scene, that is, someone put the child in the bamboo basket, planning to use the floating bamboo basket, the child was sent across the river, the newborn baby looked at the sky obediently in the swaddling clothes, two pairs of eyes like glass balls round and bright, innocent, beside the baby, there were two mahogany signs, the two signs were written on the baby's name and the baby's father's name.

As a foreigner, Xiao Ru may feel that this matter is a bit unbelievable, however, for the townspeople, such things are just commonplace, and many times, there are seven or eight bamboo baskets floating on the river at the same time, and they are full of babies.

This kind of scene of putting the baby in a bamboo basket and floating on the river can be said to be a unique scene in Qinghe Town, and it has a lot to do with its custom of men and women living separately on both sides of the river.

Qinghe Town, although it is said that the north and the south are separated from each other, but they still have to inherit the bloodline, right? If men and women on both sides of the strait really completely cut off contacts, then how can Qinghe Town have been passed on to the present, in Qinghe Town, men and women who have reached the age of eighteen, will go to Mangrove Mountain not far from the town on the day of their birthday, meet is fate, do not ask each other whether they are high or low, and regardless of each other's appearance, as long as they meet on the mountain, they will spend their own cave room candle night that night, the next day, men and women will drop the blood of both sides on the two relatives stone, tell each other their names, and then go home, wait for the child to be born, if it is a daughter, then stay in Dongzhen with the mother, if it is a boy, send it to the shore with a bamboo basket, and live with his father。

For Xiao Rushi, such a custom is strange!

Xiao Ru walked over and asked, "Girl, you put the child in the basket and send it across the river like this, you are not afraid of accidents."

The woman who was already a mother in her early twenties glared at Xiao and said, "The world is too peaceful, what can happen?"

Xiao said, "If there is a storm on the river, wouldn't it?"

"Bah, Bah, Bah"

The girl was very unhappy, and kicked Xiao Ru away.

After Xiao Ru left, the girl's face sank and she said to herself, "If you really go to the river and there is a storm, then this is his life, and it is also the life of all boys born in Qinghe Town."

Xiao Ru is just casually talking, he is a Taoist priest, there is no need to get along with a child, to the ferry, Xiao Ru is once again on the unmanned ferry, towards the east bank, the speed of the boat is slow, anyway, he is not in a hurry, away from Xiao Ru is a hundred steps away from the river, is the child who is going to be sent by his mother to Dongzhen to find his father, in the bamboo basket, floating left and right.

Heaven has never favored Xiao Ruis very much, but now, let his crow's beak finally come true, just when the bamboo basket carrying the child floated to the middle of the river, the river surface changed in an instant, and several waves of water column stirred up, and for a while, the calm river surface became turbulent, and the bamboo basket carrying the child was like a leaf in the storm, precarious.

"Not good"

Xiao Ru hurriedly summoned the peachwood sword on his back, flew away, passed through the layers of water columns, picked up the bamboo basket, and flew into the air.

At this time, the girl who was standing on the shore looking at the bamboo basket was also relieved.

Seeing that the bamboo basket was provoked by the peach wood sword and flew into the air, there was no danger, Xiao Ru looked at the river with blazing eyes, at this time on the river surface, the waves of the Dao water column had fallen, and they were calm, and only a circle of water waves continued to spread to the shore from the center.

Looking closely, in the center of the circle of water waves, there was a corpse floating, Xiao Ru was surprised, and slowly used his spirit to control the boat to change direction and go towards the corpse.

When he got closer, Xiao Ru looked at it and found that the person had just died, the deceased was a white-haired old man, not gorgeously dressed, but not vulgar, the fatal wound was a sword in the chest, and now, the blood was still gushing out through the wound, staining the surrounding river red.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

Xiao Ru asked tentatively, then rowed the boat closer, reached out to test the old man's breath, wanted to see if he was really dead, at that moment, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and a hand quickly rushed out and grabbed Xiao Ru is arm and said, "Steady... Stabilize yin and yang, stabilize yin and yang"

After speaking, the old man lowered his hand, closed his eyes completely, and slowly sank into the river.

The reason why he floated on the surface of the river was because he used the remaining spiritual power in his body to support him, in order to hope that he could float on the surface of the river, meet someone, and say his last words.

"Hey"

Xiao Ru is a cultivator since childhood, and he can't see people suffering in his heart, how can he bear to see the old man sinking into the river, and hurriedly pulled the old man's body and carried it onto the boat.

"Hey, Uncle, Uncle"

Xiao Ru kept calling, kept testing his breath, but there was no response, it seemed that he was really dead, as a foreigner, Xiao Rushi, because the incident happened suddenly, and he didn't know how to deal with it, so he took the old man's body and the bamboo basket with the child, and went to Xizhen, where the man lived, and stayed on the shore.

One of the townspeople had seen Xiao Ruye before, and stepped forward and said, "Little Taoist, why did you come from Xizhen with a child, why is there a ...... in the boat?"

"Isn't that Grandpa Hua?" shouted Zhang Sheng, who was striking iron at the other end of the long street in the west of the town, pointing to the corpses in the boat, interrupting the townman's questioning.

With Zhang Sheng's shouting, everyone looked at the corpse in the boat, nearly a hundred townspeople, different faces, and expressions that appeared, all of them were shocked, trembling, unbelievable, and there was some kind of sadness that was not related to each other but was genuine.

"Isn't this Grandpa Hana?"

"How did Grandpa Hua die?"

Gu Shui'an, who bought fish, and Duan Sheng, a little gangster with a green grass in his mouth, took the lead in the crowd to get restless, just because Grandpa Hua in the mouth of everyone has an extraordinary status in Qinghe Town, Qinghe Town is divided into two towns, East Town is in charge of Granny Ye, and West Town is in charge of Grandpa Hua lying in the boat, which is equivalent to the concept of local parent officials, plus Old Man Hua is kind and amiable on weekdays, so the townspeople respect him very much, and now, seeing him die, his heart is naturally sad.

"Why did Grandpa Hua die?"

"Say it quickly"

“......”

Everyone undoubtedly pointed their suspicions at Xiao Ruyi.

"Hey, hey, don't get excited, listen to me, I don't know the reason just now, there is a vision on the river, and then your Grandpa Hua will ......" Xiao Ru stopped, he was not a fool, it could be seen that Grandpa Hua's death had a great impact on the townspeople of Xizhen, if it was not handled properly, it was likely to suffer a big loss to the townspeople, so Xiao Ru planned to use the child in the bamboo basket to temporarily open the topic, that is, "By the way, this child was saved by me on the river, and there was a peach wood sign in the swaddling clothes, and the sign said his father Xie Jinyun"

"Don't care about the child first, say, how did Grandpa Hua die, did you kill it?"

"Yes, it's better to be honest"

All the townsfolk took up their fishing rods and sticks. Surrounded Xiao Ru on the boat.

"You... You" Xiao Ru didn't expect that a child was not enough to open their topic, so it reflected from the side that Old Man Hua definitely had an important position in the hearts of the townspeople.

In the north of Qinghe Town, on a high mountain, there are two people standing, one of them is draped, looks extremely chic, the age should be about thirty, wearing a white robe, and the robe satin is decorated with colorful silk threads, embroidered with many birds, beasts, plants and trees, mostly birds, his face, is a typical round and pointed bottom, look carefully, and the bird's face is almost the same, under his thick eyebrows, there are a pair of eyes like an eagle falcon, at the moment with the ears, looking into the distance with the wind, Xiao Ru is the place where the townspeople are blocked.

On his right hand, he stood in a graceful and elegant manners, the son was like a beaded jade mill, with long hair tied up and draped behind his back, fluttering in the wind, he stood on the top of the mountain, hidden in the emerald green of deep summer, there was an indescribable artistic conception, he slowly opened the folding fan, and fanned slightly, "I see how charming the green mountains are, and the green mountains are expected to be green." See me as I should be"

The man in the white robe next to him said something that had nothing to do with the poem, and said, "That little Taoist priest is from the Money Mountain, and the son must be careful, otherwise, it is likely to become a stumbling block."

"It's okay, everyone in the world knows that the money mountain has been disbanded, I think the little Taoist priest is wandering here, there is no need to care, besides, even if it is the money mountain, I am afraid that I don't dare to openly block the affairs of our demon world, but it is Long Moquan and the mysterious heavenly master who rides a wooden donkey, we have to deal with it carefully"

"Yes"

The white-robed man replied very respectfully.

"You've been watching the town all along?" asked the fan-wielding boy in Yushu's wind.

"Yes"

"Then have you ever seen who is the murderer of the old man," the fan boy continued to ask.

The white-robed man replied meaningfully with eight words: "It is the heavenly master who rides the wooden donkey"