A white coat, a long sword cross-carrying, a wine jug at his waist, reclining on a wooden stake floating on the water, down the river.

Feng Qingtong did not go to the crowded towns, prepared dry food, and only traveled in the mountains and forests in the past few months. The money to buy some things, casually working as a nurse for a few days, and then earning a lot of money.

The main thing is to ask for a silver ticket with Liu Shanling, the denomination is very large, but it is not very easy to spend.

After months of traveling, it was almost winter, and today there was thin ice in the river. Feng Qingtong was purely happy, just thinking about going down the river, not wanting to do anything, drifting to the south with the flowing water, and then he could directly go out of the north of the town.

As for the affairs of the rivers and lakes under the jurisdiction of Zhenbei, he can't take care of it anymore, and he doesn't want to care about it anymore. It's a mess, it's not a sword or two swords that can cut it off, and it's not that you can't be afraid of anything if you have enough killing power.

Shui Jue's view of chess is also the way of viewing, he can't stop this young man's castration, he only hopes that before he leaves, he can plant a seed in his heart, and white chess can win the seed of black chess.

As for Feng Qianmo, Feng Qingtong has done everything he can do, and the rest of the way actually depends on Feng Qianmo's own decision. Whether to choose to be the enemy of the whole world and finally betray his relatives and leave, or to give up his obsession, the walking dead for the rest of his life are up to him.

Between Shui Jue and Feng Qianmo, there are thousands of threads. Shui Jue is just disgusted with Feng Qianmo, but Feng Qianmo is grateful and guilty to Shui Jue. But between the two, there will be a war in the future.

Feng Qingtong knew that Shui Jue would recognize the female assassin sooner or later, and at that time, the two people who remained in Tingtao Pavilion would definitely turn against each other completely. As a master, there is no way to stay in the north of the town to guard the apprentice, so he has to fight for a chance to survive.

The world is full of sorrows, only the god of wine is hollow.

After a sip of strong wine, Feng Qingtong became even more worried.

Drinking to drown sorrows, those who have no heart abandon everything, and those who have a heart can only become more sober.

"The one in white in front, get out of the way!"

A huge ship in the river appeared upstream and went downstream, because it did not slow down at all, and in the blink of an eye, it was not far from Feng Qingtong's small wooden stake.

Feng Qingtong had no intention of arguing, and swiped his hand in the water next to the stake, and the stake that was sitting on it turned sharply, stabbing at the shore like a sharp sword, making way for it.

At the bow of the huge ship, the bearded man who had just been arrogant and deliberately shouted later, shrank his neck at this moment, and hurriedly got off the bow of the boat. I wanted to see the tragic image of this down-and-out young man being forced into the water by a giant ship again, and have some fun for myself, how did I feel like I had provoked a master of the world at this time?

It's really not pretending...... Hmph, no matter what, it's really unpleasant!

He ducked from the bow of the ship, but he was still worried, and after the ship had passed by the small stake, he couldn't help but look back from the side of the ship. It's okay not to look at this look, but after looking at this look, he was so frightened that a cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck - obediently, that guy was chasing after him on a stake!

After all, he is a master of the world, how can he measure so small?

The bearded man's mind turned sharply, and he thought that he should tell his master, so as not to suffer innocently.

Behind the boat, Feng Qingtong was still drinking leisurely, but the wine was sad, seven points were refined, and three points were brewed into the sword qi in the abdomen, but in his mind, he was clear.

He felt that the big ship was a little unreasonable, and if his realm was low, would he deserve to be knocked into the river, and there was nowhere to reason? But at the moment he was really upset, and he was too lazy to care. The big boat rowed by, and there was a water flow between the middle of the river, and the small wooden stake that was originally close to the shore followed the water to the back of the big boat. Because of the current, the stakes were also faster, and some of them were chasing after the big boats like stakes.

The bearded man went to the cabin to add fuel and vinegar to his master, and said that the young man in white refused to give way, and he scolded twice before getting out of the way. As a result, the young man seemed to have some ability, and he was angry in his heart, and he was chasing after the ferry at the moment, and he might board the boat at any time to do something bad. He was not a good person and made his own decisions, so he begged his master to retire the young man in white.

After such a reversal of black and white, the bearded man still did not change his face. His own master is a well-known sword immortal figure in the south of the Zhenbei Jurisdiction, presumably as long as the master comes forward, the young man will naturally retreat. In this way, I don't have to get into trouble, and I have the upper hand, and I won't cause any trouble to my master, so I will come forward to report a small matter of registration number.

lest that kid have the eyes and don't know that Taishan really killed the boat, he will lose money, and his own master will not have a good time. When the time comes, he will inevitably suffer from the seedlings.

This person is in the rivers and lakes, it is better to think a little more, otherwise small things will easily become big things.

The bearded man Mei Zizi followed behind his master, standing on the stern of the boat, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his words and deeds were indeed wise and high.

The real owner of this big ship is the old man. He looked to be only in his forties, but cultivators often looked younger, but in fact he was already in his fifties or sixties. Dressed in a dark green and almost black robe, with gorgeous moire flowers and birds on it, it is a big family and a famous family at first glance.

Between manners and conversations, it is also impossible to jump out of the way.

The owner of the big boat looked at the young man in white who was "chasing" behind the ferry with a smile, with a kind expression and a kind senior:

"Shaoxia is so Yaxing, but for some reason, he chased after my ferry?"

The young man in white drank to himself and ignored it.

The ferryman squinted slightly, and his words were no longer as polite as before:

"It was my family who collided with Childe? But Childe is also at fault first, right? This posture is not like my Zhenbei Jianghu Erlang?"

It's still just drinking, ignoring it.

The owner of the ferry felt that he could not hold his face a little, and if he dragged it on like this, wouldn't he have no prestige?

"In the Snow Valley Sect Master, Ximen Yin, I don't know the name of the young man?"

The bearded man was waiting for this moment, only feeling honored, and looking at the young man who didn't know what to do.

Sample, seeing the sword fairy, aren't you frightened now?

Feng Qingtong really felt that they were noisy, staggered up from the stake, raised his head and took another sip of wine, and muttered:

"Who is Ximen Yin?"

With a wine burp, Feng Qingtong's toes were on the water a little, and the wooden stake slowed down with the help of force, no longer showing a tailing trend. The wooden stakes and boats were getting farther and farther away, and Feng Qingtong just looked at a few inexplicable people and raised his head to drink. I didn't pay attention to everything just now.

Ximen Yin sneered in his heart: Do you want to leave the scene in a chic way? Obviously you don't have any ability, but you want to appear to be independent. Today's young people always learn how to respect their predecessors!

Seeing that the young man was so disrespectful, the bearded man was a little angry, and was about to provoke a few more words, only to see Jiang Xin's blue light sword qi cut straight towards the white-clothed young man. So the bearded man's eyes lit up and he looked at the river.

The sword qi was towering, and even the river water was divided into two in the middle of the river, and a huge water mark spread rapidly towards Feng Qingtong.

Everyone on the boat was a little happy for their own valley master, and this was also where the capital of the people in their snow valley was superior! Their valley master was the most famous Tsing Yi Sword Immortal in the southern rivers and lakes under the jurisdiction of the north of the town!

But the next moment, the expressions on their faces froze.

Ximen Yin himself was even more distracted.

I saw that the majestic sword qi that was huge stopped abruptly in front of the small wooden stake, and finally disappeared directly out of thin air.

With a small wooden stake as the center, the river is calm, and the cold wind is no longer there, like heaven and earth imprisoned......

On the stake, the young man in white did not draw his sword. Carrying the flask, he stood sideways and squinted at the people on the boat:

"Sword, is it used for this?"