A hundred years ago, when the god craftsman Moban was not born, it was difficult to cross the Qi River, and it was as difficult as the blue sky!

Now the dragon's head lance boat is flying evil waves, as long as you don't pick up the thunderstorm season, there is no danger of crossing the river.

Even so, with the width of the Qi River, it is difficult for the two sides of the strait to look at each other, and it will take an hour to cross the river.

There are countless docks in Torrent City, and the moored ships are difficult to count at a glance, and the dense fluctuations with the river water are particularly spectacular.

I saw a giant ship with a new blue paint slowly starting, and the eighteen lances slowly turned.

At the bow of the boat stood a young man wrapped in a red and white tweed coat, with red lips and white teeth, and a mink snow fur.

Naturally, it was Xiao Yi, the little prince looked down on the river, the waves were yellow and turbid, the eighteen lances were lined up on both sides, and the dragon boat set off, but he didn't feel too many bumps.

"The birth of Master Moban is a hundred years of great luck in the world. "The little prince stood at the head of the boat, there was a cold wind blowing, the red and white velvet was wrapped tighter by three points, it was already the middle of April, and the exhaled breath was still white on the surface of the river, which showed that the cold on the river surface was extraordinary.

"Your Highness, a hundred years ago was the golden age, and countless genius grandmasters came into being," Lao Duan said with emotion as he watched the dragon's eighteen lances move forward rapidly.

"In terms of martial arts alone, now the nine-rank masters are rare, and a heavenly list is the best in the world. A hundred years ago, I am afraid that it was not enough to be among the top masters in the world. ”

Xiao Yi was slightly interested, the corners of Lao Duan's mouth were slightly raised, and his expression changed slightly.

"Not to mention the world-beating Wind and Snow Silver City City Lord, there are many legendary characters who have risen in the daytime. Before the giant boat was built by Moban, the two sides of the river crossed the river back and forth by the legendary fairy-like ferryman. ”

Xiao Yi read all the history of the wilderness, and naturally knew that before the Spring and Autumn Period, the middle section of the Qijiang River was the most difficult to cross, and the detour needed to travel more than 100 miles to cross the river at the level of the water. But there is only one person, a coat, a wooden oar, a lonely boat, back and forth like a shuttle, the ferryman only looks at fate, regardless of good or evil, he has crossed an unknown number of people, there is a dead country of the Western Chu overlord who crossed the river and regrouped, and there is a young handsome man who fled for his life to escape from this.

The book does not write much about this person's other deeds, only that this person has white hair to the ground, and only ferries one person per line, and the ferryman will never say more about him, only a sentence of no, if he does not answer, there will be no chance to get on the boat.

The overlord rebuilt Xichu and sent someone to Qijiang to find the life-saving benefactor, but there was no trace of him. Xiao Yi also knew that his father, the emperor, stopped the giant boat in the center of the river at the appointment of Qijiang, and sent countless masters to search the river, but he couldn't find the ferryman.

The ferryman does exist, and it is true that it is not something that mortals can meet.

"It's ridiculous that today, strong hands are withering," Lao Duan shook his head, "Could it be that all the masters were born in the wrong era and squeezed to a hundred years ago?"

Xiao Yi felt a chill on the river, tightened the mink on his neck, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "There is no shortage of masters in the rivers and lakes." Old Duan, maybe in a few days, there will be a spring rain, and the masters who have been scarce for a hundred years will emerge like spring bamboo shoots. ”

Lao Duan laughed, took off the flower wine on his waist, and didn't care about the river droplets, he drank it in one gulp, but his eyes turned from bright to dark, and he said in a low voice, "What His Highness said makes sense, the master is really like spring bamboo shoots, but it hasn't rained yet at this time, and a lot of them have popped up." ”

When the dragon boat traveled to the center of the river, I saw the vast fog on the river, and two or three black spots in the distance broke through the barrier and moved towards the eighteen dragon-headed giant ships.

Xiao Yi took two steps back, squinted his eyes, and watched the three-leaf boat in the distance jolting forward in the waves of the Qi River, but it was as straight and fast as a rapier.

Qiliang dragon boat, Northern Wei sword boat. The former is stable, the latter is fast.

Miao Jianhong and Duan Mingsheng tacitly agreed, and each took a step forward, waving their sleeves with momentum, just waiting for the two boats to meet.

There are three people in a boat, all wearing black clothes and ink sleeves, covered with a layer of grass, and the fog is so thick that they can't see their faces clearly.

"Over the years, I have annoyed you street rats the most, who gave you the courage to show your black clothes today. Lao Duan was expressionless and poured a sip of wine.

The river is turbulent, the dragon boat stops, and the sword boat stops.

"Feng Wanjin came to borrow His Highness's head. The leader of the sword boat sat a person, his clothes blown by the river breeze, and he smiled and spoke.

"Your Excellency is a famous master in the sky, why bother us little shrimps. Lao Duan squinted his eyes and took another step forward, "Qi Liang is not short of money, so he will pay double to buy that person's head." ”

The leader smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth, "After this business, I will naturally come to pick up your loose money." ”

"Don't have to talk about it?" Old Duan had finished drinking, and his eyes were hazy with drunkenness.

"I don't have to talk about it. The leader shook his head, very sorry.

"Since you know that the one who is following behind His Highness, he actually dares to make a move," Lao Duan finished drinking, and the grass roots were chewed and swallowed into his stomach, "Who gave you the guts, isn't it the tired old brute who crossed the river?"

"That adult's merit and cultivation, if he is accompanied normally, it will naturally not be the turn of the wind to be presumptuous," the surnamed Bu Assassin raised his hand, and a clear sound came from the sky, and a falcon figure swooped down and stopped on the big arm of the clothed assassin.

"Your Highness, have you ever heard of the name of the Wind Garden?" the clothed guest gently stroked the eagle falcon, and the straw hat was slightly tilted, revealing the murderous eyes.

"Qi Liang has two gold lists, one is titled Scholar and Guest, and the other is titled Extremely Vicious. There is such a similar name hanging on the evil list to make up the number. ”

"Feng Ting's original name was Feng Qing, a beast of the Eagle Falcon, a murderer and a traitor in the Spring and Autumn Period, and he became a bullshit assassin leader in the killer sect that everyone shouted and beat in black sleeves and ink, and stole the name of Feng Ting, the great master of kendo a hundred years ago," Xiao Yi smiled, his language was full of derogatory disdain, "There are thirty-six people on the heavenly list, and Feng Qing ranks thirty-six, just a character who eats shit to make up the position, and the high is not low." ”

"I don't know if I am not talented, I only know the Great Grandmaster of Sword Dao Feng Ting a hundred years ago, I don't know which Wind Court Your Excellency is, is it not that the Great Grandmaster climbed out of the tomb?"

Lingyi Ke was silent, raised his head and smiled instead of anger, "The world says that His Royal Highness the Little Prince is well-read, and His Excellency Feng is an elegant inkman, but he is a bookworm with sharp teeth and a mouth full of feces. ”

"When I take off His Royal Highness's head, I want to see if His Royal Highness the Little Prince can be as brilliant as Fang Cai?" Feng Qing let out a long howl, released the eagle falcon to the sky, and the whole person jumped up on the boat, like a sharp sword flying towards the dragon boat.

Duan Mingsheng sneered, lowered his hat, swept out, spit out the weeds at the end of his mouth, and rushed towards Feng Qing, the master of the list that day!

The two of them touched each other with one palm, the internal force was drumming, Duan Mingsheng frowned slightly, his throat was sweet, he knew that he was not an opponent, he spit out a mouthful of black blood to the clothed Fengqing, and floated back, which could be regarded as resisting the next blow.

Feng Qing sneered, and with his other hand, the grapefruit was half-grasped, and the black blood was grabbed in the air and thrown towards Jiang Xin, and he retreated steadily, and then landed on the head of the boat again.

Duan Mingsheng fell back into the dragon boat and praised expressionlessly, "What a great kendo master Feng Ting, who can resist a single move without dying, isn't he a proper nine-rank master?"

Xiao Yi could see clearly, Lao Duan said that he was not as good as the nine-grade master, and he was just on top, but he only fell a little behind, which shows that the clothes are just an eight-grade strength.

No wonder Lao Duan said that the masters of the world are withering, and the eight-grade masters are on the heavenly list, which really can't be compared with the prosperous era a hundred years ago.

"The old guy has a hard mouth?" Feng Qing couldn't hold back his murderous aura, and the person behind him handed over a black sword, Xiao Yi never forgot it, and saw that the person who handed the sword was the assassin who attacked the pear blossom of the official road that day.

"Today, behead your dragon head and eighteen lances to break the ship, exchange your head for ten thousand gold to buy wine!" Feng Qing's sword intent came out of the sheath, and the eight assassins behind him silently unsheathed.

His Royal Highness Xiao Yi, the little prince, still looked at each other with a smile on his face, and his face was ordinary.