The wind on the river was blowing, and the falling snowflakes quickly melted into water. People standing outside, if they were not wearing bamboo hats, would be unbearably frozen in a while.
"This ghost weather is colder than the goose feather snow in the capital!"
The person leading the mule stomped and scolded the animals. When the animals got on the boat, they were a little panicked. The rough men had long been used to it. They covered their eyes with black cloth and rushed into the cabin.
Even in winter, there is an unpleasant smell in the bilge.
People crossing the river would rather stand outside and drink the northwest wind than go in and suffer the smell.
"Master Qu, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. I'm afraid it won't stop until tomorrow. After crossing the river, we should hurry to find a place to stay and rest early."
Someone immediately objected: "No! One day's worth of goods is in your hands, and one day's risk is added. This year, the government does not know what medicines are wrong. good year?"
"Hey, how did you talk..."
"Shut up!"
Master Qu stopped in a low voice, and all the people around him were silent.
They occupied the best position on the ferry, and even if they were talking, they were surrounded by people, so it suddenly became quiet, and even the hard-working boatman couldn't help but glance over here.
The river clapped against the edge of the boat.
"What is that?" Qu Ye stared at the distance.
Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and after a while, they saw a faint black spot flowing downstream.
"It's a boat... Master Qu, this is what you look at." A man gave a flattering thumb.
You can see something from such a distance. The rumors on the road are really not false. It is said that Lord Qu is clear-eyed and keen. If you want to invite him out for a trip, and bring some goods, the price is not small.
But Master Qu ignored his flattery, with a straight face, and said angrily, "Tell the boatman to stay away from that boat, you all stay alert!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard the sound, is there something wrong
In this wild crossing, traders and pawns come and go all the year round. In this snowy day, there is no way that water bandits will cut off halfway!
Master Qu knew what they were thinking without looking. He frowned secretly: If it was really a water bandit, it would be easy, he could overturn a pair with two, but when he met a cultivator, it was really hard to say.
"Have you seen the yellow thin man who was traveling?"
"Ah? Oh! The one I said before..." The person being asked was surprised, "Master Qu, what did you ask him to do?"
"Don't talk nonsense, he's on board?"
The man hurried to inquire, and came back after a while: "Staying with the animals in the bottom cabin, I heard people say that I don't seem to be a teacher. I was hit, and the whole person lost his energy, what's the matter."
He was about to laugh at him, but when he saw Master Qu's serious face, he was so scared that he swallowed the words back.
Master Qu waved his hand absent-mindedly, and didn't ask about Shouhuang Huang again. In fact, he was also muttering in his heart.
The Chixia Sect was far away in the Western Regions, and it was really strange that a cultivator went to the Central Plains to attack mortals. Could it be that all the strange things that happened today were directed at that guy
Master Qu pondered and shook his head again.
He expected this thin yellow man to have no such ability.
The boat on the river was getting closer and closer, and everyone could see that something was wrong.
Without him, this boat is too delicately built, like a painting boat in the Qinhuai River. These big and rough people have never seen such a well-carved and decorated boat in their life, and even their eyeballs almost popped out.
It was quiet on the boat, and there was not even a shadow of a person, and by looking at the boat, you could tell that it was being washed downstream.
The most terrifying thing is that the wind blows a strong smell of blood.
"Master Qu, this, shouldn't this be haunted?" Some people started fighting with their teeth.
The boatmen tried their best to avoid it, all of them muttering words, and some kneeled directly with their knees bent.
Master Qu suddenly raised his head.
Several figures flashed in the wind and snow, walking on the water, and in a blink of an eye, they came from the shore to the painting boat.
The person who was barely holding on at this time also fell to his knees: "The gods have appeared!"
"It's useless." Master Qu scolded.
It's normal for mortals to be frightened when they encounter a cultivator, but what's wrong with weak knees
The group of monks hurried to the painting boat without even looking here.
The icy and hard curtains were torn off and fell into the river, sinking and floating, and then a faint bright red glowed in the water and flowed towards the ferry.
A boatman saw the oar in his hand soaked in light red blood, and threw the oar in a shudder.
All the people on the boat seem to be dead...
Master Qu frowned and thought, looking at the appearance of this painted boat, it looks like a demon cultivator of the Yin-Yang Sect, what the hell is going on in the cultivation world recently? How can it be so messed up
He wanted to recognize the other party's origin, squinted his eyes, and found that the group was also a demon cultivator, ranging from Jindan to Huashen. They were similar in strength to the group of Han Mingzong monks from Fangcaiyedian. The subordinate of honor.
The man in the lead was wearing a light yellow cloak, which covered his face and could not be seen clearly.
That cloak was Jiguang Qiu, it was not wet in water, not scorched in fire, and it was of great value. It was definitely not something that ordinary monks could afford to wear.
The fluttering snowflakes floated to the tips of the cloak's fur, and immediately slipped to the side.
The cultivator is not afraid of cold and heat, and has spiritual power to protect himself. Even if he wears nothing, he will not get wet even when standing in the pouring rain. However, the disciples of the big sects especially like to flaunt their extraordinary origins in these details.
In particular, this person is not tall, and the appearance of the fur coat is thinner than the people around him, obviously a young man who has not yet grown up. In such a group of people, he is the leader, and it is easy for people to think that he has a good master, or a backer that no one can afford.
Master Qu shook his head secretly, and when he raised his feet to escape into the cabin, he suddenly stepped down and turned his head in confusion.
- That young man wearing Jiguang Qiu, how could he not see through the cultivation base
What kind of secret law did you cultivate
"Young Master Chen, we are one step late."
"When he was fleeing, he was still able to be so arrogant, Zhao Weiyang is indeed a person."
The voice sounded calm and calm, but it was a youthful tone that could not be erased.
Master Qu was not a monk in this life, but his eyes and ears were sharp, and he was no different from a monk. He looked suspiciously at the young man wearing Ji Guangqiu, his every move was faintly dignified, and all the demons were respectful and convinced. He suddenly understood that just now. I even looked away!
"Then Zhao Weiyang is already the turtle in the urn, son, shall we continue to chase?"
"No! He is a mad dog now, or a mad dog with a golden bone. Since there are so many people who are not afraid of biting, why should we fight for this first?"
"But His Holiness has come to urge..."
"Um?"
The demons immediately shut their mouths.
The man under the cloak raised his head slightly, "Go and explore the whereabouts of the Aggregate faction."
"As ordered."
A demon cultivator glanced at the ferry here: "These mortals?"
The boy wearing Ji Guangqiu waved his hand impatiently.
Master Qu immediately took heart for a boatload of people.
Demon cultivators don't care about cause and effect. Although they rarely slaughter mortals directly, some vicious cultivators will overturn their boats and fall into the river in this cold winter and twelfth lunar month. Most of them have no way to survive.
Unexpectedly, the ferry swayed slightly, and was hit by a powerful force and rushed out far away.
"boom!"
The heat hit the face, the snowflakes melted, and there was a crimson fire on the river surface.
The person who just couldn't afford to kneel down just now is shaking like a sieve, and he is confused and doesn't know which way the gods will bless him.
The flames flew into the sky, like a sudden fireworks, and it was fleeting. There was still snow and wind on the river. There was no painting boat, and no trace of the monks could be seen.
After a long while, someone on the ferry made a strange cry.
"Master Qu, this, this..."
"What's this all called!" Master Qu said angrily.
Only then did the rough men settle down, looking at Huang Shouzi who ran out of the cabin at some point, and looked at each other in dismay.
If martial arts masters have such prestige, it would not be strange to learn from a teacher like Huang Shouzi, but - everyone shook their heads, with indescribable envy and complexity in their eyes.
It turns out that the real martial arts master is even more powerful than the storyteller!
Next time I go to the teahouse with a shy face to rub a book and listen to it, I won't yell at those storytellers who are full of nonsense.
"Finally, this matter has nothing to do with us." The person who suggested to rest and not hurry before said with lingering fears, "You are right, hurry up and finish this business, go home, wife and children are on the kang head, New Year's Eve, make this hard money , it's just going to be bad luck!"
Everyone nodded and said yes, and finally found that Master Qu seemed to be distracted.
"Master Qu, this is you?"
"Nothing." Qu Ye turned around and went into the cabin to squat.
He touched the sheepskin jacket on his body, the whiskers on his face, and paced with his hands behind his back.
- If you read it right, the one who burned down the painting boat at the end seems to be the real fire of Samadhi!
The flames were crimson red and their power was amazing, and in a blink of an eye, the entire painting boat was burnt clean. Since it is not a pale white flame, it is not a fire in a wood. That person should just be lucky and get the true fire of Samadhi.
Master Qu stroked his beard and thought, it was really turbulent.
He only left the cultivation world for more than 20 years, and there are so many people in the world
Huang Shouzi was dragged into the cabin, and Master Qu was startled: "What's wrong?"
"This guy is crazy, he wants to jump into the water!" The person who knocked him out had a dumbfounded expression, knowing that Huang Shouzi wanted to be a teacher and thinking crazy, but he didn't expect that he would be able to do such a thing.
"Okay, don't worry about him, this is also a hard-working unlucky person."
Master Qu said casually, but it's not strange at all, this thin Huang knows that he is going to die, how can he care about his life!
After sending the people away, Master Qu patted his sleeves, ready to hold his doubts in his heart, when suddenly the boat jolted, and at the same time he felt an overwhelming coldness rising from his spine.
"Who?"
Master Qu leaned sideways against the bulkhead, and took advantage of the cover of the mule and horse, and took out a short knife from under the sheepskin jacket.
The knife is very ordinary, but it was slashed so quickly and ruthlessly by him that the afterimage of the knife light lit up in the dark bottom cabin.
Immediately, Master Qu felt a hand lift up easily, avoid the knife light, and tap firmly on his wrist.
The short knife came loose in an instant, and Master Qu raised his foot, kicking the toe of the boot onto the handle of the knife accurately, followed by him looking up and bending back, the tip of the knife swiped his forehead and flew towards the attacker.
The visitor raised his sleeves, and the short knife was inserted straight into the cabin, without even a muffled sound.
The corner of Master Qu's eyes swept to the edge of the pale yellow Jiguang fur robe, and he was shocked, but he was so quick to pull out the second knife from the boot, and cut it at the waist where people are most likely to expose the empty door.
The man wasn't slow at all, he wanted to press the handle of the knife with his palm, and hit Master Qu's elbow with the other hand, trying to let the blade go.
- When did the comprehension world appear as a rising star who can do things without spiritual power
Master Qu was completely confused, but he instinctively split the moves in his hands. The tip of the knife never left the opponent's chest and abdomen, but he couldn't get an inch in.
"what?"
Both of them were shocked at the same time.
This is getting worse and worse, it's as smooth as a pre-planned trick, and the other party's tricks are so familiar, isn't it his favorite
"Who are you?"
"How can you do this?"
After the two were shocked, they were also angry at the same time: In this world, there is only one person who understands it! There is no doubt that the other party is not my apprentice/my brother at all!