Dong Zhili was rescued on the big boat again, and he was a little dazed from the cold, and he fell into the river for some reason, which scared him even more. He wrapped up a new robe at random, and did not dare to leave, trembling on the side, and did not dare to make a sound any more.

Ximen Yin is indeed a good master, and he personally scooped up Dong Zhili, and the dark green robe on his body was a little wet at this moment. But the two masters and servants don't seem to be very serious, because when the Snow Valley Sect Master went out, he only brought some maids and family members, as well as a "Zhili" steward, and none of the disciples seemed to have brought them.

At this moment, everyone on the boat gathered at the stern of the boat, and as far as the eye could see, almost all of them were women. Everyone did not know what to do, so they all gathered around the young man, looking at each other and being silent.

Feng Qingtong was planning to drift all the way to the real Dongcang Realm, so he didn't plan to get off the boat. Opening:

"Don't surround me, I'll just pay the fare. ”

Everyone on the boat was frightened and speechless—you are a more powerful character than the valley master, who dares to charge you for the boat fare? Aren't they all waiting for you to be released......

Ximen Yin also looked strange, took a step forward, and said:

"Young man, this is ......"

"You're going to Dongcang, right?"

Ximen Yin nodded: "Exactly." ”

"I'm also going to Dongcang, by the way, the Lord of Ximen Valley will take me a ride?"

Ximen Yin really didn't want to take this guy with him! But it was impossible to say it explicitly: I'm scared to death and you still want to take my boat? Our boat can't afford to carry your big Buddha!

I had to bite the bullet: "It's a rude today, and the boat fare naturally shouldn't be asked, as an apology, Ximen will arrange a first-class room for you." ”

Feng Qingtong waved his hand: "Don't bother, I'll just lie down." As for the itinerary, just follow your original path. ”

Ximen Yin probably understood at this moment that Feng Qingtong really had no malicious intentions, but it was still a little uncomfortable to be relied on like this. As for Dong Zhili, he has a toothache - a guy who has more than enough success and more than failure, he must teach a good lesson after this incident!

It was not a problem to surround it like this, and Simon Yin ordered everyone to retreat. Just do your own thing, and try not to provoke the great god of the stern.

In the evening, Simon Yin personally brought two jugs of good wine, as well as some wine and food, to the stern of the boat.

The young man in white was meditating, and when Ximen Yin came, he opened his eyes and motioned for Ximen Yin to sit next to him. Ximen Yin sat on the ground, how could there be the "superior demeanor" during the day.

Feng Qingtong didn't drink, but took a few snacks and ate them.

Ximen Yin was a little surprised:

"Young man doesn't drink?"

Feng Qingtong shook his head: "Drinking depends on your mood." ”

Simon had been thinking about it for a long time after being frustrated, but at this moment he put down his shelf and asked with a smile:

"What, I'm in a bad mood right now?"

Feng Qingtong looked up at the sky, the sky was not completely dark, but some stars had already lit up.

"It's okay, I can only say it's calm. ”

Ximen Yin didn't ask deeply, he picked up a pot of wine and drank it:

"I don't know Shaoxia, how old is it now?"

"It's almost time for the crown. ”

Ximen Yin couldn't drink anymore, put down the wine jug, and felt that he had been fed feces with his head up. But it's also self-inflicted, I know it, so why bother asking?

"Your swordsmanship is okay. Feng Qingtong patted Ximen Yin's shoulder: "It's just that the mood is too low." ”

Simon didn't know how to answer. The latter sentence "The mood is too low" is naturally uncomfortable to hear, but the front was patted on the shoulder by a junior and praised "swordsmanship is okay", which seems to be even worse.

"Over the years, fame and fortune have been narrow-minded. Simon sighed and didn't shy away from it.

He said before that he and his housekeeper like to pretend to be famous, but in fact, he is still modest in front of this little sword fairy, in the southernmost towns under the jurisdiction of the north of the town, he is already recognized as the first in Ximen Yin swordsmanship. In this way, if it is not a big faction, then there is no big faction in the south.

It's just that I'm used to being complimented, and I seem to be really arrogant, and I'm really a little bit of a villain who thinks I'm the best in the world. The most terrible thing is that I am in a lack of mood, and I am still unaware of it. So I thought about it for a long time in the afternoon, and it was hard to say whether it was a blessing or a curse today.

What Simon Yin didn't know was that he was almost more "unlucky" today. Feng Qingtong's thoughts were chaotic when he was on the river today, and his mood could not be said to be very good, on the contrary, it was extremely poor, so bad that he did not improve at all after drinking.

If the focus of Ximen Yin's first sword was not on the river by the stake, but really aimed at him Feng Qingtong, the big ship might have sunk.

Ximen Yin then asked Feng Qingtong for some experience in kendo cultivation, although this time there was no face left, but the rivers and lakes still had to go. And this time he also beat him a little sober, too much attention to fame, status and other external things, but it is a burden for kendo to ascend, and he still has to take it as a warning.

Feng Qingtong knew everything, and he didn't hide his cultivation process too much - anyway, he had been practicing in the mountains for more than ten years, and there were no shortcuts and secrets.

I have to say, maybe it's just talent.

Fortunately, Feng Qingtong didn't say this, otherwise Ximen Yin would really jump into the river directly and die on the spot.

After some discussion and consultation, Ximen Yin still got some benefits, Feng Qingtong had some views that were very unique to him, so after asking, he began to think silently. Feng Qingtong also had gains, and when he saw that Ximen was silent, he was also silent, bored and eating.

After a long time, the sky was getting dark, and Ximen Yin asked Feng Qingtong if he had moved into the room, and he had already asked people to prepare a first-class room. After Feng Qingtong refused, Ximen Yin didn't force it, so he was about to retire.

Looking at Ximen Yin's back, Feng Qingtong remembered something and stopped him:

"Lord Simon Valley, there is one more thing. Qingtong thinks that the sword is the most spiritual weapon in the world, and it is equally important for us swordsmen to raise swords and hearts. The name of the sword is a lifelong companion, the sword is often loyal, and people cannot be taken lightly. ”

Simon Yin remembered that the sword heart was shattered today, and he threw it aside along with the sword, and suddenly felt ashamed. Ximen Yin, who had already gotten up, solemnly made a gesture:

"Today's Qing Tonggongzi Yu Ximen Yin, can be called Mr."

"Pull you down. Feng Qingtong laughed out loud and waved his hand to signal Ximen Yin to leave. After thinking about it, he called Ximen Yin again:

"Since it is a gentleman, then Mr. should teach the 'Zhili' a good lesson, so that he really knows some 'etiquette'. ”

Ximen Yin nodded: "It's my lack of discipline and too permissive; If there is any punishment for the young man in the future, Ximen Yin will not dare to shirk it at all. ”

Feng Qingtong was noncommittal, closed his eyes and began to meditate again.

In the second half of the night, the huge ship left the barren southern border of the northern jurisdiction of the town and entered a prosperous territory in the eastern cang. On the river, there are more and more lights, and most of them are rich and huge ships for fun. Among these giant ships, this uncommon big ship in Snow Valley is not very conspicuous.

On both sides of the river, the lights shine brightly, as bright as day, and even the night sky is dyed red.

Feng Qingtong stood at the stern of the boat, standing against the railing, looking at the prosperity of this faction, with complicated feelings.

With a sigh of relief, Feng Qingtong's brows stretched - the hatred of the country and the family were put aside for the time being, and the five human affairs owed on his shoulders had to be completed one by one.

You can't overturn the world because you are angry and angry, and let this happy life become ashes again.

Life is long, sword fighting, drinking.