The fortune teller told me, and I kept urging him to leave. He looked at the Anonymous over there, and whispered: "Brother, I just blame my lack of skills..."
"Come on, I take your love in my heart, hurry up." I gave him a light push and said, "When I'm free, go find you and Huayouzi."
The fortune teller left with a little helplessness, and I returned to the boat. The boatman was also very frightened, and his eyes were filled with fear.
"Unexpectedly, you still have such a friend." There was a trace of emotion in the Wuming's tone: "In this world, it is rare to have a confidant."
"How long will you detain me?"
"That depends on your luck." Wuming turned his head and smiled and said: "Good luck, maybe soon, bad luck, maybe a lifetime."
"What are you kidding me!" I was taken aback, because I felt that someone like Wuming would not joke casually. If he said to detain me for a lifetime, it would really be a lifetime.
"So, it depends on your luck."
The Anonymous stopped talking. He didn't seem to know that he was tired. He stood beside the boat, like a stone statue, constantly looking at the river. From this time until dawn, the Anonymous did not move. When the sky was light, he let the boatman take the boat and walk up and down the ferry.
"Human Road, after coming back out of the rivers and lakes this time, did you recruit coolies at the ferry crossings in various villages and towns?" When Wuming passed the ferry, he saw many people waiting to work at the ferry, chatting in groups, and turned to ask. Me: "How many people did they recruit in total?"
"There are solicitors, but I don't know how many solicited." I looked at Wumingshi's expression. He seemed to be very familiar with things about the road to the world. He was detained for so many years, and he was very clear about this.
I moved in my heart, thinking that he is so familiar with him, has he ever dealt with the human road before
But the road to the world doesn't come out after you say it, it appears once in 60 years. If you think about it this way, then Wuming's dealings with Human Road may have happened sixty years ago.
"A big river, how much time has taken away, how many heroes, heroic bones, the big river is still there." Anonymous's emotions seem to be more and more, if there is no corresponding experience, so many emotions can not be born.
The boatman was very scared of Anonymous, and he tremblingly took the boat. After waiting for a few circles, the boatman said that he was hungry and wanted to lay ashore to cook. When the boat stopped, the boat owner said that there was no firewood, and he wanted to go ashore to collect firewood.
As soon as he landed on the boat, he speeded up his pace and ran humbly. The Anonymous picked up the pots and pans in the canopy of the boat, picked out a piece of firewood about a foot long and thick arms, and said, "He's lying. , Obviously there is still firewood."
I thought about it, probably because the boatman could not bear the fright and wanted to go ashore and escape. If this kind of thing is placed on me, he will run away, and I will not chase after him, because I have no grievances with the other party.
The Anonymous's footsteps still didn't move, but he suddenly waved his hand, and the one-foot-long wood in his hand made a violent breaking through the sky, like a meteor chasing the moon, swishing straight to the shore and fleeing. Boatman.
The Wumingshi’s strength is not only great, but also extremely precise.
Chai Bang slammed into the back of the boat's head. The running boatman suddenly raised his head, staggered, stumbled and ran two more steps, threw himself forward, fell to the ground, his hands and feet violently, and then lost his breath.
"How are you killing people!?"
"If you don't kill him, do you want him to go out and make a big show?" The Anonymous clapped his hands, sat down, and said, "These are all ants-like people, so it's not a pity to die."
The Anonymous seems to have his own rules for doing things. He considers himself very high and looks down on flat-headed people like the boatman from the bottom of his heart, but he still pays the boatman according to the rules. However, once the boatman wants to escape, the Anonymous will never show mercy. Start to kill it.
I don't have much to say, the boatman has been killed, and no matter how much I say now, it's no use. The Anonymous asked me to clean up the boat’s body. Holding my breath, I dug a hole on the bank of the river and temporarily buried the boat’s inside.
When the boat owner was gone, no one was in charge of the ship, and the matter of controlling the ship naturally fell on me. For a whole afternoon, I rowed the boat around ten miles up and down the ferry in circles. The Anonymous didn't know what was waiting, anyway, I was not irritable at all.
In this way, the evening came again after a long time. I didn't eat anything for a day, and didn't say hello to the unknown person. I drew the boat to the shore, took the firewood and rice on the boat, made a pot of porridge, and ate it with dry food. Anonymous still don't eat, mostly because the food on board is crude and difficult to swallow.
After eating, I lay on the boat and rested. I couldn't escape anyway, so I might as well be at ease. The Anonymous was the same as the previous two days, standing quietly on the bank of the river, not knowing what he was looking at.
I went to sleep in a daze, and when it was midnight, Anonymous woke me up.
As soon as I woke up, I saw a boat coming slowly from downstream. The boat was driving very slowly. When I got to the front, I distinguished again that the big boat should be coming from a long distance.
The boat stopped, and some people got off the boat. Judging from the clothes alone, they were mostly poor people. After the big boat appeared, a small boat followed.
Seeing this small boat, I made a thud in my heart and my eyes widened.
I recognize this boat as the one that Cheongna had taken before, and Cheongna was running back and forth on this boat, controlling Huangquantu.
I suddenly understood that this is still a big ship on the human road, but on the north side of the river beach, coolies are not easy to attract. The news that the coolies at the ferry will not go back after they have been recruited has already spread. Now I can only find people from far away, or in the mountains far away from the river beach, and then transport them back to the river beach.
The coolies on these boats came, and the small boat moved closer to the back of the big boat.
"Row the boat over there and move closer." Anonymous commanded.
This time, without any hesitation, I immediately picked up the oars. I wanted to see that Cheongna was still not in this boat. The last time Yun Po took Qingluo away, she had already explained that Qingluo would no longer be in charge of Huangquantu.
I rowed the boat and moved closer to that side, but didn't dare to row too fast. When they were still four or five feet away, two people came out of the boat.
These two people are very strange, I haven't seen them before. One of them is in his fifties,
Another in his forties. The middle-aged man in his forties held a picture of a yellow spring impressively in his hands.
Seeing this, I relaxed a little. At least Yun Po did not deceive me. After Qingluo was taken away, she did not control Huangquantu anymore. As long as Qingluo doesn't control Huangquantu, she won't have to suffer from such bumps, and Yun Po shouldn't be slow to treat Qingluo.
"Okay." The Anonymous stretched out his hand and pointed at the two people on the boat over there, and said, "After waiting so long, they are the ones who are waiting."
At this time, it suddenly dawned on me that the fake master might have traced the whereabouts of Renjianlu in advance, knowing that Renjianlu has been active at Qingfeng Ferry these days, so I told the Wumingshi the news. The Anonymous waited here just to take away the picture of Huangquan.
The Anonymous said this sentence is not very loud, however, the two people on the boat are obviously not the generals, and they immediately caught the Anonymous's voice. The two turned their heads together, and then they found our boat.
"Who? I'm so courageous, he dared to follow our boat sneakily."
"In recent years, more and more impatient people are living." The man in his fifties, with his hands on his back, squinted his eyes, and looked at our boat.
"That's good. There are more and more impatient people these days, you two, that's right." The Anonymous ignored the other party's tone and didn't let me stop the boat. He still rowed there.
I know that Wuming has great abilities, but the person who can take charge of Huangquantu must also be a character. The Anonymous is not half afraid, still calm as a mountain.
The sound of each other's conversations had already alarmed the people on the big boat. After those coolies got off the boat, a few more people stood on the bank of the river near the boat. They must all be people on earth.
The Anonymous didn't care how many people there were. When the two small boats were about two or thirty feet apart, the Anonymous's body suddenly shook.
I didn't see how the Anonymous jumped onto the small boat. I felt that there was a flower in front of me. When my sight was restored, the Anonymous had already stood on the opposite boat. He moved as fast as a gust of wind, and the two people in the boat finally showed a hint of surprise.
"To survive, hand over the Huangquan map." The Wumingshi's tone was still so light, as if he hadn't put anything in his eyes or in his heart.
"Dreaming!" The man in charge of Huang Quantu took a step back subconsciously and hid behind his companion. Huangquantu is the treasure of the human road, although after the emergence of the human road, I don't know how many people are playing Huangquantu's idea, but no one can succeed.
Anonymous said a word, and after the other party flatly refused, he stopped saying it. He also knew that there was no discussion about this kind of thing, unless it was to beat the opponent down with a fist and then grab it.
The Anonymous suddenly moved again, and this movement was like a mad dragon that just came out of the water, with a pair of fists throwing up a stormy sea.
With just two or two kung fu, I was secretly surprised, because I could feel that Wuming's kung fu was at least not worse than Qiankun Dao's Nanzong giant Wankun.
As soon as the Anonymous started, the two people in the boat were struggling. After a few difficult times, the person holding the Huangquan map quickly retreated back to the cabin, but the Anonymous chased him. He put the one who stopped him in his 50s. The man forced away and got into the cabin as soon as he flashed.
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