Feng Zidu and Cheng Guyao left Yingjiakouji, thinking that they had to find their grandfather and Xiongwei Dart Bureau as soon as possible, and just go east along the road. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info This day, because of the greed for the distance, missed the accommodation, when the night fell, it was still on the long way. The two of them looked around, but when they saw that the twilight haze had spread in all directions, and there was a river blocking the way in front of them, they couldn't help but feel very anxious.

Located on the wild shore of a barren beach, the weather was cold and frozen, and there was no place to stay, so they had to walk along the river. The night had sunk and poured in, and there was darkness all around, and after walking for several miles, they suddenly saw some faint lights in front of them, and both of them were happy, thinking that after all, heaven would not deceive the good, and hurriedly followed the light.

When I looked closer, it was a ferry, with only seven or eight families scattered in a sparse Lala, a narrow street near the river, and an inn at the end of the street, and a restaurant next to it, from which the faint lights came through. The ferryman had already stopped the boat and returned home, and Feng Zidu Cheng Guyao and the two had to stay at the inn called "Wangjiang", planning to cross the river tomorrow morning and then rush again.

This ferry port is located in a remote area, there are few merchants coming and going from the north to the south, and the streets are very deserted. Feng Zidu and Cheng Guyao traveled for many days, rain and rain, they were hungry, thirsty and tired, it was rare to have ready-made hot meals and hot dishes to eat here, and they paced to that restaurant after settling down.

The restaurant was dimly lit and there were only three diners. In the aisle of the court was a man in green clothes, tall and thin, in his forties, his face was pale and wooden, and he could not see the slightest expression of joy or sorrow, but his eyes were permeated with a cold glow of sharp persecution. He was carrying a long sword on his back, the blood-red sword spike swayed in the wind, and the night was cold, adding all kinds of inexplicable weirdness, judging from his outfit, he was a person in the martial arts. The man's table was full of fish and other dishes, but the bamboo chopsticks held in his right hand did not move the fish for a long time, only looking at the wine in the wine glass in his left hand and sinking into his mind.

In the corner behind the pillar, a young lady in white sat at the table, Feng Zidu and Cheng Guyao stepped into the restaurant, she turned her head to take a look, and then turned to continue to look at the moon on the river, her face was very lonely. Cheng Guyao heard the girl sigh softly, felt slightly strange, raised her eyes, and saw that she was just holding a cup of tea for a long time, but the white clothes on her body were gently blowing with the river breeze, and she was surprised that she could see a stunning woman in this kind of place at this moment, and she couldn't help but take a closer look.

There was another pale-haired old man at the two tables, he couldn't tell how old he was, his eyes were already foggy, You Wu was lying on the table, rubbing the wine in the wine glass with his fingers, and writing horizontally and vertically on the table. But listening to him muttering to himself as he wrote, I didn't know what he was saying.