Three days later, at the wharf of Guobei County, there were several boats moored on the river, one of which was larger, with a deep draft, which could accommodate more than 100 people, and there were sailors busy on it.

A group of several people saw Yi Fan off, near the ferry bridge, Yi Fan arched his hand and said: "The river is windy, just send it here, please go back." ”

"Brother Yi, it's almost the beginning of the year, why do you have to go to Hangzhou in such a hurry? ”

Chen Yi shook his head, still dissuading, Yi Fan said with a smile: "Cultivators, the four seas are home, as long as you have something to eat, and this trip to Hangzhou is entrusted by someone to send something over, you can't delay time, so you can set off early." ”

Since this is the case, Chen Yi did not persuade him, and while a few people were talking, the boatman over there shouted to get on the boat and said goodbye to each other, and someone introduced a room when Yi Fan stepped on the deck.

......

The cold wind blows on the river, there is no green on both banks, there is silence, and there is no village, so for five or six days, there are finally boat passengers who can't bear the loneliness, and organize various activities, some storytellers, some erhu, and some scholars stand on the deck and look up and chant poems.

Yi Fan stood at the bow of the boat, letting the cold wind blow his clothes, although there was no scenery on both sides of the strait, but there was also a taste in winter, so he did it, but it attracted people's attention, it was a group of rich sons dressed as scholars.

"I left my name in the Lower Song Dynasty and met the Taoist. ”

Yi Fan returned the salute, saw him wearing a square scarf, and said with a smile: "The layman is going to Hangzhou to catch the exam?"

"That's right, the Taoist is clever. ”

Song Liuming was stunned for a moment, and then laughed to himself, he was dressed like this, anyone could guess it.

The two chatted speculatively, and when they sat down in the room, a scholar brought wine and food, the wine was a good Shaoxing flower carving, and the dishes were also exquisite.

"Good wine, let Song Jushi break the bank. ”

"The Taoist is polite, this is going to Hangzhou, lonely all the way, having the Taoist as a guest, it is better than inviting those poor and cold poems outside. ”

The two looked at each other, then laughed, raised their glasses, and drank to their heart's content.

Early the next morning, a scholar sent breakfast: "Childe drank too much last night and is still sleeping." ”

After eating breakfast, Yi Fan saw that there was nothing to do, so he took out a book, a thin one, only a few pages, which was a secret method given to him by Yan Chixia before leaving, and he had no time to practice.

I saw that the three ancient urns of 'palm thunder' were written on it, which was a secret technique of thunder.

Looking at its content, the number of words is not much, but it is obscure and difficult to understand, and it is still difficult for him, just write down the practice route, and leave the rest to the system.

In this way, for more than half an hour, a trace of strange mana was born in the body, and the system prompted in a moment.

"Divine Power: Little Evil Talisman (Level 1) Palm Thunder (Not Entering the Stream) (Upgrade?)"

"Realm: Pure Heart Sutra (Enlightenment Double)"

"Refinery: 86"

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Determined to upgrade, and immediately inexplicable feelings welled up in his heart, as if with a wave of his hand, he could play a great power, looking at the calm river outside the window, no one found it, and raising his hand was a palm.

"Boom"

The surface of the water exploded more than a foot high, alarming many people, and some people talked about it.

"Strange thing, blue sky and white sun, why is it thundering?"

Yi Fan accepted it when he saw it, and when he saw the system prompt, the palm thunder had been upgraded to the first level, and he was pleasantly surprised in his heart, with this thunder method, it was enough to make up for his lack of attack, and his overall strength improved even more.

Half a month later, the ship was moored at a small town wharf, and when the passengers got off the boat, some people came to ask for accommodation, and even more bitter men came to pull the car, which was busy.

"Brother Yi, are you really not going into the town?"

"No, it's still early, but if you hurry a little longer, you won't delay here. ”

The two said goodbye, Song Liuming took the scholar away, and Yi Fan carried the package on his back and recognized the direction and walked all the way.

In the evening, the sky suddenly changed color, dark clouds were thick, and soon a light rain began to fall.

Yi Fan didn't dare to be caught in the rain, saw that there was a fire in front of him, and hurried over, but found that it was a broken temple, and he didn't dislike it, so he pushed the door in.

When he looked up, he saw that there were all young and old, seven or eight men and women, divided into two groups, one of which was dressed as a warrior and his sword was not leaving his body, and he was staring at him at this time.

The other group was only one old and one young, dressed in rags, looking scared, and also looked at Yi Fan with their eyes.

"Excuse me, it's raining outside, and it's not easy to walk at night, so Poor Road plans to spend the night here, please forgive me. ”

Yi Fan didn't want to cause trouble, hugged his hand and explained, then walked next to an old man and a young man, and said with a smile: "Uncle, the weather is cold, and the poor road wants to borrow fire to keep warm, I don't know if it's okay?"

"Yes, yes, the Taoist is just baking a fire here. ”

The old man hugged the child tightly, moved his position, and let out some hay: "The night is cold, don't dislike it." ”

"Thank you, sir. ”

Yi Fan took out the dry food from the baggage and handed it over: "I asked for my father-in-law's hay to ward off the cold, so I will use these coarse grains in return, and please don't dislike my father-in-law." ”

The old man hurriedly waved his hand and said no, but the child in his arms looked at it with his eyes open, and bit his fingers with his small mouth, so that the old man only sighed: "In this way, thank you very much." ”

took the dry food, hesitated and said, "The night is long and the night is cold, why don't you let the old man say a book and relieve the Taoist chief's boredom?"

Yi Fan knew that the old man was unwilling to appreciate it, and he was not embarrassed, so he said with a smile: "It turns out that the old man is a storyteller, but he is not lonely tonight." ”

"Today, the most noteworthy thing is that the current saint fell off the horse half a year ago, and since then he has been sick and bedridden, causing chaos inside and outside, implicating many people, and it is a bloody storm. ”

The old man used the stone as a board, and said as soon as he patted it: "And today's saint, but there is no heir, but there is a prince......"

Suddenly, another group of warriors stood up and snorted coldly: "Old man, if you eat too much, you will die, and if you talk too much, you will die." ”

"Second brother, why bother to get along with a charlatan, lose their identity, and how do they know what it is, it's just a delusion. ”

Several people spoke in a tone that made the old man dare not say any more, for fear of causing trouble.

"That Taoist, can you catch demons and eliminate demons?"

A martial artist tilted his head and asked, everyone looked at Yi Fan,

Yi Fan smiled but didn't say anything, and didn't answer, which made the martial artist a little disappointed: "Pretending to be a ghost, he is another charlatan." ”

The broken temple fell silent again, only the sound of the wind and rain blowing outside broke the door, and after a while, someone fell asleep, and Yi Fan saw that the child was cold, so he took out a thick coat from the burden and covered it on the old and young.

Early the next morning, the wind and rain stopped, and the warriors hurried early, leaving only Yi Fan and the three of them, who were not in a hurry to leave, and sat down to talk.

"Where is my husband going?"

"The old man took his grandson, wandered all the way, made the world his home, and planned to go to Hangzhou to live a certain way. ”

When Yi Fan heard this, he smiled: "The poor road also went to Hangzhou, and it happened to go all the way, and it was not lonely on the road." ”

This goes to Hangzhou, there are more than 200 miles, relying on the strength of the feet, at least five days, but a few people are not in a hurry to hurry, there is a place to rest, they will rest, and the road is also pleasant.