The sky is high and the clouds are light, and it is a good time to go green.

On a small wharf on the south bank of the Han River, many pedestrians and merchants gathered anxiously waiting for the ferry.

The Han River flows eastward, and it turns a big bend to the north not far ahead, just bypassing the Tiandu City, so this place has been called Longwandu since ancient times.

On both sides of the ferry, large areas of dense reeds grow, and when the reeds bloom, white flakes flutter all over the sky, like a fine snowfall. This is an ordinary scenery that can be seen in many places, but it is loved and recited by the literati and writers of Tiandu City, and over time it has become one of the eight views of Tiandu, "Longwan Flying Snow".

A ferry boat is slowly approaching from the north shore, and the crowd of people on the pier are unconsciously crowding forward, hoping that they will be able to get there first.

There was a young man in the crowd dressed in black, with a black knife box stuck diagonally behind his sword, and slowly walked forward with the crowd of people.

Not far from the young man in black, there was a young couple. The man was a scholar just past the age of the weak crown, and his clothes were frugal and a little shabby. His wife, a few years younger, with a good face and fair skin, raised her sleeves to cover her mouth and nose, as if she didn't like the smell of sweat around her.

The black-clothed young man's gaze looked at the young woman from time to time, which was quite unpleasant.

The scholar saw that the young man in black was handsome and tall, there was no lack of elegance in his toughness, he was calm and calm, and he was heroic and vigorous, and he couldn't help but feel more and more appreciative.

However, his beautiful wife also noticed that the young man in black was looking at her, but she felt that the other party had a warm smile and gentle eyes, and she couldn't help but feel good about it, and smiled back at him.

The young scholar suddenly became furious, glared at the black-clothed young man and said, "What are you looking at?"

The black-clothed young man smiled and said, "Madam Zun seems to be seriously ill. ”

The young scholar said angrily: "You are sick!"

The young man in black was not angry, and said, "I know a little about medical skills, I don't know if I can take the pulse of Mrs. Zun?"

"Shameless—" The young scholar's face turned pale with anger, and he pointed at the black-clothed boy and scolded, "Shameless!"

He came from a poor family but married a wife who was as beautiful as a flower and gentle and lovely, so he regarded it as a treasure for fear of being seen by others. Who knows that the young man in black not only "eyebrows" with his beloved wife in private, but also intends to be light in public, which is really unbearable.

The young man in black was kind, he never wanted to attract the suspicion of the scholar and scolding him for no reason, and he wanted to ridicule him as soon as he raised his eyebrows, but after thinking about it, the other party must not know about his wife's condition, otherwise why did he come here?

He held back his breath and smiled slightly and didn't say much.

At this time, the ferry docked, and suddenly heard a heavenly girl's voice calling from the boat: "Master." ”

The young man in black looked up and saw a girl with a peerless face also getting off the boat in black, it was Wang Rou.

The black-clothed young man frowned, looked at Wang Rou and reproached, "Didn't you stay in the mansion, what are you doing here?"

Wang Rou walked in front of the black-clothed young man and said, "The slave's injury is no longer in the way. ”

Her appearance attracted a lot of attention from all around, not to mention that the men were also envious of the women who were traveling with her.

The scholar stood beside the black-clothed young man in a daze, looking at Wang Rou, he only felt that his ethereal beauty did not dare to blaspheme. Although his wife's appearance can be regarded as a small jasper, she has her own charm, but compared with the girl in front of her, she is simply a sparrow. Looking at the young man in black who reprimanded the girl without false colors, how could he really "take a fancy to" his wife? I couldn't help but be surprised and ashamed in my heart.

Wang Rou had already heard the conversation between the two clearly on the boat before, thinking that Ji Chengche was treated as a pervert by his father-in-law, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

His Royal Highness, the Eighth Emperor of the Emperor Longwu of the Han Dynasty, did not even pay attention to the true people of the Heavenly Dao Sect, but he was embarrassed in public because he annoyed Sour Xiucai, and he was afraid that he would be unhappy with the retribution.

Ji Cheng saw a faint smile on Wang Rou's cold face, remembering the angry and stern refusal of the scholar Fang Cai, he felt weak in his heart, rolled his eyes at her and said, "What are you laughing at, get on the boat!"

Wang Rou hasn't seen Ji Chengche for a long time, this time she went out of the city to greet him, and she was unexpectedly bumping into him and eating deflated, thinking that he was rampant when he was fighting with a knife, and at this moment he was drooping his head and looking dejected, but it looked more cute.

She looked sideways at the young woman and said, "This sister, can you ask my master to take your pulse? If you really get sick, it is better to cure it as soon as possible." ”

The young woman quietly glanced at her husband beside her, and said, "I only occasionally have some chest pain, which is not a serious illness, so I won't bother this son." ”

Wang Rou said: "Whether it's a serious illness or not, I won't know until I've seen it." ”

The young woman hesitated, "I'...... I'm afraid I can't afford to pay for this son's consultation?"

Ji Cheng said generously: "It doesn't matter how much the consultation fee is, if you don't see it well, I will pay you a hundred taels of silver." ”

He knew Wang Rou's temper very well, if it weren't for his nosy affairs, with her cold and arrogant personality, he was afraid that he wouldn't have dealt with this scholarly couple at all, not to mention that the elder sister had repeatedly persuaded her.

Unexpectedly, the young scholar raised his face and said: "A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated, and a gentleman is poor but he is not subject to food!"

"You think that you are a gentleman if you are not fed by the mouth, so you can bear to let your beloved wife suffer from illness and die?"

The young scholar's face turned red and said, "You and I have never known each other in our lives, why have you cursed Jing for your short life several times?" I am a dignified seven-foot man, how can I be humiliated by you?"

Ji Cheng saw that he was stubborn to the point of unreasonableness, and suddenly reached out to hold the young woman's right wrist, and put two fingers on her veins.

The young woman was caught off guard and exclaimed in surprise, blushing, and the scholar was angry and said, "Don't let go of the clumsy thorn soon!"

He stretched out his hand to push Ji Chengche away, but coldly slapped him on the shoulder with a palm, and suddenly felt sore and numb and sat down on the deck of the ship.

The ferry slowly sailed towards the north bank of the Han River, and Ji Chengche let go of the young woman's wrist and said, "In addition to chest pain, do you have other symptoms, such as cough, low-grade fever, and blood in the sputum?"

The young woman's eyes widened in astonishment, and she forgot to say ashamedly for a while: "You...... How do you know?"

Ji Chengche said: "Madam, you have water drum disease, just because you have not been sick for a long time and the symptoms are not obvious, so you are often mistaken for a cold." But if you don't treat it in time, it will be difficult to save the immortals when they are terminally ill. ”

The scholar was skeptical when he heard this, and his lips moved twice and finally swallowed the words back.

Not long after Ji Chengqing came down from Tiandu Peak, he didn't carry any medicine to treat water drum disease, so he thought about it and asked, "Who will lend me a bowl?"

There were many people watching the excitement on the side, and a big man who ran a single gang took out a sea bowl and asked, "Childe, can this bowl be made?"

Ji Chengche smiled and thanked him, asked Wang Rou to take the bowl, took out a piece of talisman paper and drew a spell on it with Tang Xueluo's witch spirit pen.

He flicked his fingers and burst out a cluster of flames to burn the rune paper and drop it into the bowl, and then silently recited the spell, and the blue light of his fingertips flowed, and the sound of "whoosh" was incredible, and there was an incredible half bowl of water in the bowl, soaking the rune paper that burned into ashes.

The crowd around them exclaimed: "This son has good skills, he must be a fairy!"

The scholar also knew at this moment that Ji Chengche must be very human, and he got up and had nothing to say.

Wang Rou fed the young woman the runic water, and after a while, the young woman's face suddenly turned pale, and she ran to the side of the boat and vomited, and black insect eggs were faintly visible in the filth.

Ji Cheng took out his palm and gently pressed against the young woman's back, injected a wisp of soft energy into her body, and comforted: "It doesn't matter, just spit it out-"

Before the words fell, a sudden change occurred!

The big man who was enthusiastic about borrowing the bowl suddenly shouted, raised his flat pole and smashed it on Ji Chengqing's back.

At the same time, an old man sitting on the deck with his eyes closed suddenly jumped up, and a dagger pierced Ji Cheng's neck from his cuff.

In the exclamation of everyone, the dragon scales on Ji Cheng's silent luck appeared on his back, and the "bang" was hard to pick up a flat shoulder.

The flat pole bounced high and buzzed and trembled, and it was actually a divine weapon forged from the Nanban Jinluo Stone.

Ji Chengche snorted lowly, and his body was like an open longbow bouncing upward, which was able to dodge the old man's dagger attack.

"Bang la-la-" A beam of rushing water suddenly shot out of the river, and a woman in green jumped out from under the river with an Emei thorn in her hand, and stabbed Ji Chengqing distractedly.

"Huh!" Wang Rou made a move, and two azure eyebrow shadows swept over Ji Cheng's shoulder, locking the Emei thorn, and went up against the current, quickly wrapping around the female assassin's arm towards her shoulder.

The female assassin felt her arms swell, her bones crackling as if they were about to be strangled, and she flipped over in horror and leaped back, scrambling to break free from the azure brow.

Over there, Ji Chengche slapped a flat shoulder as if nothing happened, and his left hand performed a half-trick "Huansha style", such as flowing water, and his fingers were wrapped around the old man's right wrist, and the magic was indestructible, and the crisp sound of "click" crushed his wrist bone.

The old man retreated from pain, and the big man's flat shoulder behind him was photographed again.

Ji Chengche didn't look back, and picked up a kick sideways to attack, and kicked the flat shoulder with a "bang".

The big man's face flashed with blood, and his steps staggered back a few steps, stepping out of the holes on the deck of the ship.

In an instant, an alarm abruptly appeared, and a talisman arrow suddenly appeared on the north bank of the Han River, passing through the river surface of dozens of zhang and shooting towards the back of Ji Cheng's head.

Ji Chengche was taken aback, this arrow was restrained and majestic, obviously the master of the Tianyuan Aurora Realm was done.

He didn't dare to slack off and grab a loop of rope on the deck and swing it upward, and the hemp rope with the thickness of his thumb turned sharply in the air to create layers of arcs, precisely locked on the arrows that shot at him.

"Bang!" The rune arrow essence burst and shattered the rope, but the arrow body trembled slightly and came towards Ji Chengqing****.

Ji Chengqing won a glimmer of time, which was enough to condense his divine consciousness to trigger the witch spell, and the hurricane of "sigh" was surging, and a "wind spirit spell" erupted.

The old man and the big man thought that they could take advantage of the opportunity to pounce, and they couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the sword light in front of them like mountains and seas.

"Keng!" The Fetal Yuan Divine Knife was unstoppable, first cutting off the flat shoulder forged by the golden stone with one sword, and then the knife was even more fierce like a tide flooding towards the old man.

The old man tried his best to dodge but where could he escape, and in the scream, he was dismantled by the sword, and a cloud of blood mist burst out of his body, and the severed arm fell into the river, which immediately dyed the Han water red. (83 Chinese Net.)