There is an immortal river between Windy City and May Island. The reason why it is called Immortal River is that every May, this river will flood a bridge between Windy City and May Island until July. The month will recede, and all those who want to go to the island can only take a boat from the ferry.
The first time Ah Fu heard this, his face turned pale with fright, and he secretly pulled the corner of Wen Chan's robe, his voice was extremely low, "My lord, can we not take the boat?"
Wen Chan raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked back, "Not by boat? Then are you going to swim there or buy an old buffalo to carry you there?"
Ah Fu was at a loss for words for a while, and seemed to think that these two methods were not feasible.
So Wen Chan said again, "Why don't you just find a rope and tie it to your body, and then tie the other end of the rope to the stern of the boat, so that you can cross the river without taking a boat, that would be great."
"Then I'm going to be drowned." Ah Fu immediately shook his head like a rattle, "Not good."
"In that case, you'd better take the boat obediently." Wen Chan pressed his shoulders sympathetically, and comforted him, "It's okay, just pass by Renren."
Seeing that his master was so worried, Ah Fu couldn't help being moved, "Master, you are so kind to Ah Fu..."
"Oh, by the way, Qinqi, don't give Ah Fu to eat today's lunch, lest you vomit and cause inconvenience to others." Wen Chan seemed to have heard Ah Fu's words after speaking, he turned his head and asked suspiciously, " Fu, what were you talking about just now?"
"Young master, Ah Fu didn't say anything." Ah Fu forced a smile that was uglier than crying, pretending to be strong.
Wen Chan and his party have stayed in Fengcheng for two days, and they finally waited until the time for the ferry to sail. Originally, it was Shen time, but Wen Chan was worried that there would be too many people. Just rush over early and take a seat.
Sure enough, Wen Chan had the same idea. Even though they had passed early, there were still a lot of people gathered at the ferry, and they lined up at the unopened entrance. Fortunately, there were two boats, so the line was not very long. Long, Wen Chan noticed that the people coming beside him seemed to be going to take a boat. He reacted very quickly and quickly led people to stand at the end of the line. after.
It was the scorching sun at noon, and there was no shade. After standing for a while, Wen Chan was so hot that he was sweating. He took his small fan and fanned it calmly, showing more patience than ordinary people for this long wait.
There are many people who are not as leisurely as him, and impatient complaints come and go.
Seeing that the weather was getting hotter and hotter, Ah Fu was afraid that Wen Chan would be sunburned, so he said to Qin Qi who was behind him, "I'm going to buy you a cup of iced sour plums to relieve the heat, and you can take my place."
Qin Qi nodded in response.
The peddler who sells iced sour plums is very good at doing business, and he specially set up his stall here. At this moment, the business is just right, Ah Fu's small body is jumping around, and his whole face is twisted with effort, and then he will hold the copper plate. Passing the hand to the peddler, he shouted with a ferocious face, "Boss! A cup of chilled sour plums! Hurry up!"
As soon as the peddler looked up, he saw Ah Fu's crooked face, he couldn't help being startled, and quickly collected the copper coins to serve him a bowl. After receiving it, Ah Fu was afraid of being squeezed, so he stood on tiptoe Feet, raised the bowl high, struggling to get out of the crowd.
After finally getting out, he carefully took down the bowl and looked at it, and his nose suddenly turned crooked! I don't know which tall person actually drank most of the sour plum soup in his bowl, leaving only the bottom of the bowl.
Ah Fu spat out a mouthful of old blood, and cursed a few words, but he didn't want to be surrounded by shouts and curses. His voice melted into it and no one cared. He had no choice but to pour the remaining sour plum juice and wipe it with his sleeve. Holding two copper plates by the bowl, he rushed into the crowd again.
Wen Chan was amused by him like this, he laughed, his handsome smiling face became dazzling with a smile, attracting many people's attention.
This time, Ah Fuxue was smart. After getting the new sour plum soup, instead of holding it high, he used his other hand to form a circle to protect the sour plum soup inside. Sour plum soup brought out.
After finishing his work, he was profusely sweating, and he couldn't wait to send the sour plum soup to Wen Chan without stopping.
Unexpectedly, before approaching, a figure suddenly rushed in front of Ah Fu, squeezed to where Ah Fu was originally standing in line, and stopped.
Wen Chan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and saw a man with a big arm and a thick waist. He had thick eyebrows and a big beard. He looked like a villain who was not easy to provoke when he raised his eyebrows and stared.
"Brother, there is someone standing here." Wen Chan stepped back a little, his voice was tepid.
"Someone? Where? Why didn't I see it?" The thick eyebrow looked around, and the voice was loud, and everyone around him looked at him with a loud voice, and then he looked down at Wen Chan with disdain, as if to say you A boy whose waist is not as thick as my arm doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.
Wen Chan still insisted on the principle of patience first, and didn't want to go out to cause trouble, so he made a stop gesture to the ready-to-moving piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and said to Ah Fu, "Come here and stand in front of me."
Ah Fu was also angry at first, but when he saw that the other party was tall and strong and looked very fierce, he didn't dare to take the initiative to provoke him, so he walked towards Wen Chan resentfully with sour plum soup.
Originally thought that Wen Chan's active retreat would calm the dispute that hadn't started yet, but he didn't want to wait until Ah Fu walked in. The strong man suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Ah Fu. On the ground, the sour plum soup in his hand flew out and spilled all over the floor.
Qin Qi Shu Hua's expression changed at the same time.
Ah Fu quickly got up from the ground, seeing that the sour plum soup that he was almost squeezed into meatloaf was spilled cleanly at this moment, he was angry and distressed, his heart felt as uncomfortable as being punched hard, he stared at Zhuang. Han, as if he was about to rush up and bite him to death in the next moment.
"What are you staring at? Have you used enough of your eyes?" The brawny man took the lead in saying fiercely.
"It's fine if you take my place, but you also overturned my sour plum soup, it's just too deceitful!" Ah Fu angrily accused.
"Ah, it's him again." Someone murmured, and the voice came indistinctly.
"Who is this, so arrogant?"
"He is the bearded Li who is well-known in the world recently. I heard that he has never done a good thing by stealing and oppressing all day long, but his fists are so powerful that they can smash iron into a big hole, so no one dares to provoke him. "
"In broad daylight, this is really..."
"Forget it, don't talk about it." When others mentioned it, they seemed to have a faint fear.
This added firewood to Bearded Li's arrogance, he said arrogantly, "Who told you to jump in the line before my eyes?"
"I jumped in line? You were the one who jumped in line! You are in my position, shameless!" Ah Fu was so angry that his voice was shrill and sharp, a little harsh.
Bearded Li Bi snorted, "Where did I jump in the queue? You left me first, and now you want to come back. How can there be such a good thing? If your little sissy is yelling and disturbing my ears, I will Kill you!"
Ah Fu hates people calling him a sissy the most. When he heard this, he went mad and his eyes were red.
Just as he was about to rush forward to have a duel with Beard Li, Wen Chan's clapping stopped him.
Wen Chan applauded three times in a steady manner, and said, "Brother, what you said is very reasonable, but everyone is going to the hero meeting, and it will hurt the peace to have a dispute over a queue. I have a way to make both ends meet. To resolve the grievances between the two parties, would you like to hear it, brother?"
As soon as Ah Fu saw that Wen Chan had spoken, he put away his anger, bent over to pick up the bowl on the ground, and obediently stood beside Wen Chan.
Bearded Li looked down at him and said disapprovingly, "Say it." He acted like I wouldn't listen even if you said it.
Those who have heard of and seen Li Hu are silently sighing: This man is famous for being unreasonable, and it is useless to say anything.
Everyone thought that Wen Chan was subdued, but they never expected that Wen Chan's next sentence would be, "Brother, take this bowl now and go buy a new bowl of sour plum soup, then roll obediently and stand at the back of the line. Otherwise..."
His voice was calm and calm, as calm as water, and rarely showed a little coldness, "I'll chop off your two fists that can smash iron blocks out of pits."
Everyone thought there was something wrong with their ears, and they couldn't help but sigh.
The piano, chess, calligraphy and painting all shook out the daggers hidden in their sleeves, held them in their palms, and waited for Wen Chan's instructions.
The bearded Li was really furious when he heard that, thinking that you brat still dare to threaten and provoke me? He raised his fist and said viciously, "I think you are looking for death!"
The muscles in his strong arm collapsed tightly, and the veins exploded, showing great strength, and he was about to hammer Wen Chan down.
It's just that at the moment of falling, a stone flew from behind, hit the raised fist of Beard Li, and beat him with a howl of pain. Who dares to touch Lao Tzu?!"
Then a green-wood-colored figure flashed over, and quickly came in front of Beard Li, grabbed his right fist and twisted it back, only to hear a crisp "click".
The bearded Li screamed, and someone pressed him down. He couldn't stand the pain and lowered his body. Finally, he knelt on the ground with his knees bent, and quickly surrendered, "Hero, spare your life! Hero, spare your life!"
Wen Chan was very surprised, he looked at the person who came, and saw a handsome young man.
Thick eyebrows and black eyes, a cold color on the face, a emerald silver silk crown inlaid on the top of the head, long hair hanging down, wearing a green wood-colored long dress, a silver and white belt around the waist, and a brown-yellow crown hanging from the side. The jasper pendant with tassels, holding a sword in his left hand, and Li Hu's wrist in his right hand, easily restrained him.
"Ah, this is a member of the Songhua sect!" An exclamation came from his ear, Wen Chan moved his ears secretly, and looked at the person in front of him without any trace.
"Senior brother, this person dares to bully others in broad daylight. Why don't you let him have a good memory!" A young woman followed behind, her clothes were similar to those of a man's, except for her beautiful hair. Her hair was in a bun, and she wore a jade hairpin. The jade pendant hung down long and made ringing sounds as she walked.
When Bearded Li heard this, he yelled, "Aren't you Songhua sect a decent school?! How can you do such obscene and dirty things? What bad things have I done and you want to dispose of me? Come on!" —Come and see... ah!"
His bragging is completely useless. Before he finished shouting, the young man twisted Li Hu's right hand hard, completely dislocating the bones. He said coldly, "If I see you so arrogant again next time, I will definitely waste you!" Your remaining three limbs."
Bearded Li lost his restraint, clutching his right arm and yelling loudly, he was about to yell so that everyone would know, when he turned his head and saw the person who crippled his right hand, he was so startled that he shut his mouth, took several steps back, and held back Seeing the pain, he ran away without saying anything.
The onlookers at the side became more courageous at this time, spurning and accusing Beard Li of fleeing, all filled with righteous indignation.
Regarding the sudden act of righteousness, Wen Chan gladly accepted the kindness of others, bowed his hands to the young son, and said, "Thank you, brother, for your righteous rescue. I, Wen Chan, may I ask you for your honorable name?"
"It's cold below." He melted away his originally cold expression, and a smile appeared on Jun's face, which seemed much warmer.
Unexpectedly, as soon as this name came out, the surrounding immediately became chaotic, even more noisy than when watching the excitement just now.
"Wow, I didn't expect that this time Songhua came here as the head's chief disciple, so it's a good show!"
"You don't know yet! This year's hero meeting has been discussed among all the sects and only young people will be sent to participate. You won't see much of the old people in previous years this time."
"Wouldn't it be much more exciting than previous years!"
Wen Chan still had some impressions of the "Songhua Sect" that everyone was talking about. The coachman mentioned it to him about a month ago, and it seemed that he was indeed a prestigious sect.
The girl next to Fang Han was much more lively, and she offered her name with a smile, "My name is Fang Xue, Mr. Wen, next time you meet this kind of person, don't talk nonsense with him, first knock out his two sharp teeth before asking the crime. "
This is really similar to Liang Yanbei's method... Wen Chan put on a teachable look, "Thank you, Miss, Wen has remembered."
"Brother, uncle asked me to call you back." A voice interrupted the conversation of the three, and a boy with the same clothes came not far away, except that the hair crown on his head was not inlaid with emerald stones.
Fang Han nodded slightly when he heard this, and then said goodbye to Wen Chan, and led his two junior sisters to the back of the team with the young man.
After the three of them left, the discussion had not subsided, and it lasted for a long time. Ah Fu held the bowl with an unhappy face, and said to Wen Chan, "My lord, why don't you go and buy you another bowl."
"Forget it, the ferry will open in a while, don't buy it." Wen Chan glanced at the sour plum soup that was about to be dried by the sun, and lightly patted Ah Fu on the shoulder, "Go and line up."
Qin Qi and Calligraphy and Painting had already put the dagger back into their sleeves to make room for Ah Fu, Qin Qi said, "Don't be upset, if I see that scoundrel again next time, I will cut off one of his fists, Let him make amends to you."
Ah Fu shook his head and stood back to his original position, "It's too bloody, that's all."
Qin Qi didn't say anything else, but after a while, Ah Fu turned his head and said to him, "Otherwise let him buy ten bowls of sour plum soup and kowtow to me as an apology."
Wen Chan found it funny when he heard it, and thought that Ah Fu had a deep obsession with the overturned bowl of sour plum soup.