A fisherman, one morning fishing, just about to cast a net, suddenly saw a colorful cloud bridge appeared on the horizon, and then a dozen or so beautiful women who were hard to find from the bridge walked down from the bridge and jumped into the water with laughter. The scene was so beautiful and dreamy. When the later life recovered, they found that the fairies had risen from the water, and stepped on the cloud bridge back to the sky..."
"Old man, old man?" The man interrupted Uncle Quan and asked again, "Then you should know where the Fantasy Island is, right?"
Being interrupted by someone, Uncle Quan slapped his lips reluctantly, "Illusory Island? I have lived here for decades and haven't heard of any Illusionary Island? Did you remember it wrong?"
Hearing this, the man was visibly disappointed, then frowned, pondered for a while and asked, "There are other small islands nearby?"
Uncle Quan put down the tea spoon and thought for a while and suddenly said, "Oh, remembering it, it seems that there was a small island there more than 20 years ago, but afterwards Ch_ao was flooded overnight, and Ch_ao went back. No trace, the only small island nearby was washed away by the water!"
The man's brows furrowed deeper.
When the man was worried, Uncle Quan suddenly saw the new ferryman, so he cursed in a loud voice: "Fukuda, you lazy boy, you only come here after sleeping three poles in the day. If you want to cross the river, you have to do it. Baba looking forward to your coming, are you at ease with you!"
After that, he yawned and lazily said: "Uncle Quan, people are not in a hurry to ferry passengers. Why are you so anxious? Besides, I am my own business. I have the final say when I ferry. Love can't wait for it!"
"You shameless bastard! If it weren't for Lao Zhang's quitting and seeing that you have no land and no land, you wouldn't be able to support you with a boat. The whole village relies on it to cross the river, you said Such careless words! I will go to the old Zhang's house another day and tell him to take the boat back, and I won't give it to you!"
"Certainly, I was wrong, why don't you make it, Uncle Quan, why are you so serious?"
"Excuse me, old man, the old Zhang in your mouth is the boatman of the ferry?"
"Yeah, it's been for most of your life! He is the most familiar with this area of the river. By the way, didn't you look for the phantom island? Go ask him, maybe he knows!"
"That's what I meant! Old man, please show me the way, and I will pay you accordingly!"
"Well, don't you lead a way? But when it comes to remuneration, you just buy all my steamed buns. You don't need breakfast if you look at them? My steamed buns are pretty thin!"
Volume Four, The Battle for Hegemony, Chapter VI, Magic Array
Wei Chen raised his hand to stop the guards behind him, then jumped off his horse and walked out of the low wooden fence to look inside. In the two connected mud brick houses, a few reed chickens in the neatly cleaned courtyard were leisurely pecking at them.
The wooden door with peeling paint was pushed open, and a small cotton ball came out from the house carrying a copper kettle. When he looked up and saw the people outside the courtyard, he immediately retracted most of his body behind the door with some fear, just blinking. Take a look.
"Little baby, don't be afraid, I'm looking for your adult, are they home?" Wei Chen said with a pleasant expression on his face.
The little baby looked at him earnestly for a while before he whispered: "Daddy and Niang are not there, Grandpa is resting on the Kang!"
"Hey, I'm looking for your grandpa, Xiaowa, can you tell your grandpa?"
Little baby nodded obediently, and then locked into the room.
"You are waiting for me here." Wei Chen turned around and ordered the guards.
"Yes!" everyone nodded.
Pushing aside the fence and walking into the yard, the little baby has helped a gray-haired old man to the door. The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Wei Chen for a while and said, "I heard my grandson said that someone was looking for him, sir, why are you looking for me?"
"Old man, I heard that you are the ferry boatman from Huanxue Bay who is very familiar with the river, so I came to inquire about a place called Huanxu Island. I wonder if you know it?"
Hearing this, the old man squinted his eyes again and looked at him for a while before he said: "Come in with me!"
Wei Chen was overjoyed. Hearing his tone, he should have found the right place!
The old man walked to the Kang and took out an envelope from under the pillow and handed it to him, "This letter is for you!"
There was no signature on the envelope. Wei Chen took it with a frown. He tore open the seal and flicked a ginkgo leaf. Wei Chen was shocked, staring at the ginkgo leaf in his hand, and suddenly grabbed the old man’s arm with a little gaffe and asked urgently: "Who is it? Asked you to give me the letter? Is the other party male or female? What does it look like?"
The old man was a little dumbfounded by his urgent questioning, but just looked at him blankly.
Only then did Wei Chen realize his gaffe, he quickly let go and calmed his emotions and said: "Offended! Can you always tell me who the other party is?"
"I only know that he is the savior of our family, but I can't explain the others clearly. Every time I see him, he wears a veil and hat, and I can tell if he is a young man by listening to the voice!"
"What did he say when he handed this letter to you?"
"This... Let me think about it. It's been more than half a year ago. He said that when he no longer needs me to ferry, if a burly and serious man comes to inquire about Fantasy Island, he will give him the letter! , It's really as expected. A few days ago, he asked my son to tell me that there is no need to ferry, and you will be here today!"
"Old man, can you take me to Huanxu Island?" Wei Chen's expression seemed astonished, but he saw his voice trembling slightly.
"Oh, when it comes to this, he has one more order, that is, you can only go alone and no one is allowed to follow!"
"That's okay, as long as you keep telling me the exact location."
The sun had already climbed up the clouds to reveal his face, and the light like broken gold scattered on the vast river surface, sparkling little by little, it was really beautiful.
Wei Chen's heart was surging, shaking the oars and swiftly heading towards the vast water mist. The hull passed through the mist, and the space was instantly distorted. Wei Chen was shocked to find that he was actually standing in a bush of flowers!
Isn't this the imperial garden of Beiling Palace? But, no, it seems a little different here!
Suspiciously, Wei Chen suddenly heard a footstep coming here, and Wei Chen hurriedly hid behind the rockery on the side.
The visitor was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, with wheat-colored skin and handsome facial features, but his stern face looked very mature! Wearing a short robe and a saber, he looks like a warrior.
The young man walked through a bush of flowers without squinting his eyes, and when he passed under a tree, he was suddenly stopped by a voice, "Hey, the minion below, stop for this prince!"
The boy looked up and saw a delicate little man who was about five or six years old sitting on the branches of the big tree. The little man looked at the boy arrogantly, and said with a dull pink mouth: "The prince slept on the tree and his back was sore and tired. Come up and carry the prince!"
The young man frowned and looked at the bird's nest that the little man was holding. He knew what he was sleeping. It was obviously a naughty climb to the tree to dig out the bird's nest. Who knows that he can't get down. The proud little man doesn't want to get embarrassed. Such rhetoric.
"Hey, the prince wants you to come up, why don't you, a slave, listen? Are you trying to ignore what the master said? Be careful that the prince tells your father that the emperor bar will punish you for fifty times!" The little man saw that the young man was still standing still. Tender voice threatened.
"I'm Wei Chen, the son of General Wei, and I'm not a slave!" The boy said with a straight face, "You just say that you can't climb up and down the tree. Why do you have to say so much?"
A word pierced the little self-esteem of the person, and the pink face of the little person was flushed like a peach, and his eyes were staring with anger.
After the rockery, Wei Chen looked at this scene with pantothenic heart.
The space was distorted again, and this time Wei Chen stood in his mansion.
A sixteen-year-old boy was practicing swordsmanship in the yard.
"Wei Chen?" shouted a jade bead.
The young man retracted his sword and looked back at the 17th prince of the Northern Spirit King who was standing on the stone steps with his back. The talented little man has grown to be ten years old, but he is still the same, exquisite and handsome.
"Today is your birthday, this prince prepared a gift for you