Following her gaze, Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "Don't worry, it will take a quarter of an hour to get here, and it will take a while for the guests to return the ship."

Monk Buli put away the mutton on the table, looked at Cuihua and said, "Put it away quickly and go home."

It was nearly noon, and the diffuse mist on the river had already dispersed, and the vague figures on the ferry could be seen in the distance. Even Feng Yun and others who were eating were a little excited.

Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "You came at the right time. There will be no boats crossing the river until today."

"No wonder you two are waiting here."

Murong Zhilan turned and looked at her companions and shouted: "Senior sister, if we had come here yesterday, we would have had to blow the cold wind by the river all night..."

Asking Feng Yun to put away the packed mutton on the table, Baili Yunyan paid Erwa the spirit stones and said, "Everyone, go get the horses and go to the ferry to wait to get on the boat."

The woman in the white dress thought for a while, but did not say anything out loud because she saw Murong Zhilan, who was sitting, standing up.

Monk Buli looked at Erwa and said, "Go back and sell this horse and exchange it for a spiritual stone...be careful not to bring you any trouble."

Cuihua rolled her eyes and chuckled: "Monk, if you don't tell me, I almost forgot about this. How can we, a country family, buy such a good horse?"

After Li Xiuyuan was silent for a moment, he said softly: "It's too cold this spring. Please stay at home longer."

Cuihua nodded, sighed and said, "You two should be more careful."

One night passed, and she saw two bloody incidents, which frightened her and her second son.

Right now, the couple just want to go home early and stay there for a while before coming out.

Li Xiuyuan casually glanced at the pier of the ferry, but did not see a few guests waiting for the river. He thought he was frightened by the previous killing.

Some people simply choose to go back to Snow City to avoid the limelight and wait a few days before coming back.

Then he saw a beautiful and picturesque scenery, a girl in a white dress like snow, with black hair like waterfalls, leading a black horse, followed by four men and two women slowly heading towards the dock.

With the cold wind blowing from the Tongtian River, his black hair was flying in the wind, and his snowy white skirt was also fluttering slightly in the wind. There was an aura of dust that made his eyes light up.

Li Xiuyuan sat quietly without making a sound. Cuihua in the shed had already packed up her things and was preparing to go home.

Monk Buli looked at the couple and asked, "Will there be any accidents if you leave your household items here?"

Cuihua looked at him and smiled and said: "These families are not worth much money. These families are from the same village as us, and we usually look after each other."

Li Xiuyuan secretly thought that they were from the same village. No wonder they had been doing business here for so many years. They must have been keeping an eye on each other. After all, no one could stay by the river every day.

After drinking the last cup of spiritual tea, Li Xiuyuan told Erwa some things to pay attention to. Seeing that the ferry was about to dock, he walked out of the wooden shed and blew a whistle hard.

A roar sounded from the woods not far away, and then there was the sound of hoofbeats.

A black horse appeared in front of Monk Buli like lightning.

...

At noon, the sun in the sky has disappeared somewhere, and there is no warm breath of spring on the Tongtian River.

When the dozens of people waiting to cross the river at the ferry boarded the boat, Li Xiuyuan followed Monk Buju and then led the horse up.

The horse's hooves stepped on the undulating simple wooden bridge, making a clicking sound, as if it would break in the next moment, which sounded a bit scary.

After handing the horse's rope to Monk Buli, Li Xiuyuan walked to the center of the boat, said hello to Baili Yunyan and Fengyun, and then looked back at the crew on the boat to untie the rope and the ship slowly left the shore.

Seemingly sensing Li Xiuyuan's doubts, the monk Buli behind him explained: "Soon, we can reach the other side in half an hour."

Li Xiuyuan nodded. He was not too enthusiastic with Baili Yunyan and others.

His mind was mainly focused on the dozens of merchants, monks, and passers-by on the boat who were crossing the river. If Loulan City really wanted to kill him, then today's Tongtian River would be the best opportunity.

It's just that neither Murong Zhilan in Wuji Holy Land nor Monk Buli in Snowfield Holy Land are aware of the predicament they are facing.

He didn't want to explain either.

Suddenly, Li Xiuyuan's heart moved, and he slowly turned around, only to see a man and a woman standing quietly on the bank of Tongtian River.

The man's white robe beat the snow, and the girl in a black skirt waved her little hands in the wind, as if she wanted the big ship that had just left the shore to turn around and go back to pick up people.

Looking at this scene, Li Xiuyuan suddenly couldn't help but smile. He had lost hundreds of thousands of spirit stones and was replaced by a young and innocent girl from Tianyun Mountain to join him.

This ruins deep in the snowy mountains will probably be a very lively place.

After thinking about it, he said to the monk Buli behind him: "Brother and sister Ximen Wuhen have arrived at the pier. How about you wait a moment and go to Yinchuan City with his brother and sister?"

Monk Buli was stunned for a moment, and followed his gaze as he looked at the ferry, and he immediately began to write: "What has been crossed, should be crossed, and has not been crossed, in the monk's opinion, it is almost the same as the ferry of Tongtian River."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at him, laughed, and asked: "So, monk, are you going to cross or not?"

Monk Buli shook his head and said solemnly: "I think... I should be like the fish in the river, still struggling hard!"

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and smiled: "Are you an afterthought?"

Monk Buli chuckled: "What about you?"

Li Xiuyuan thought that the road he had traveled along the way was not much better than the monk in front of him. Although the monk was facing difficulties, he had obviously found the direction of struggle.

And where is your own ferry?

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "I'm not as good as you, I must be unconscious, right?!"

Monk Buli was not surprised, but said quietly: "Who can dare to say that he has foresight when he is rowing on the sea of ​​suffering? From this point of view alone, Monk is not as good as you."

However, Li Xiuyuan did not look proud at all. Instead, he moved the corner of his mouth slightly and said something that only a monk could understand.

However, he patted his sleeves and walked past the boat.

When Murong Zhilan, who was standing in front of Li Xiuyuan, saw him, she couldn't help but frown slightly and raised her feet to follow him. She wanted to see what tricks this guy was going to play on the ferry again.

She didn't understand what Li Xiuyuan and the monk just said.

So she wanted to follow the boat and explore it while there was no one at the back.

"Girl, please stay." Monk Buli held the reins with his left hand and could only speak softly to stop Murong Zhilan, frowning and shaking his head at her.

Murong Zhilan was startled and immediately covered her mouth. She looked at Monk Buli and nodded vigorously.

Being smart, she seemed to feel a dignified aura, and couldn't help but turn to look at the woman in the white dress next to Baili Yunyan, and called out softly: "Senior Sister."

"Well, the scenery of Tongtian River is pretty good, let's enjoy it."

The woman in the white dress moved her cherry lips slightly, and she actually froze in front of the turbulent river water. However, the river water in Murong Zhilan's eyes was clearly cold and ruthless, and there were unknown dangers and undercurrents hidden in it.

But Li Xiuyuan, who had slowly walked to the stern of the boat, released his spiritual consciousness and looked at Ximen Wuhen and Ximen Yuyan on the other side.

"Brother, if we had left half an hour earlier, we could have caught up with the boat." Ximen Wuhen, who was wearing a black skirt, frowned.

"Why are you so anxious? Haven't you heard from the merchants here that today is the first day the ferry will open? It's still not too late."

Ximen Wuhen replied lightly, then led the horse to the food shed, looked at Cuihua and asked, "Is there anything to eat here?"

Cuihua was stunned and thought that business has been very good these two days. "I'm sorry, all the mutton we prepared was bought by the guests on the boat."

"Guests, please go to the first few restaurants. We are all from the same village. The mutton is delicious."

Erwa, who was leading the horse, smiled and said, "By the time you finish a bowl of spiced mutton, the boat will probably be here soon."

Ximen Yuyan looked at Cuihua and smiled, and asked: "Sister, who are the people who just passed by?"

Cuihua looked at Ximen Yuyan's innocent and cute appearance and said with a smile: "A group of boys and girls, a monk and a young man, they are the ones who bought all my mutton."

Monk Buli had already left, and her husband and wife were about to leave again. Cuihua didn't want to hide too much from them. After all, there were so many people watching here.

"Monk? Monk Buli has crossed the river and wants to return to the Holy Land?"

Even Ximen Wuhen was shocked at this time. He didn't expect that the monk who had his hand cut off would still dare to wander around in the outside world. He didn't cross the river until today.

Thinking about what Li Xiuyuan said, Cuihua had no intention of coming forward to recognize her. Instead, she laughed and said, "Then I don't know. Guests are welcome, we are going home."

Ximen Yuyan looked at her brother and said, "Go and have a look in front, I'm hungry."

Li Xiuyuan on the boat took back his consciousness, thinking that it seemed that it would be useful for him to explain to Cuihua early, otherwise he would not know when he would cause trouble for the couple.

Taking precautions is a wise decision.

At this moment, a village girl wearing floral clothes, carrying a bamboo basket, looked at the young man standing at the stern of the boat, revealing a pair of bright eyes.

He took a few steps forward and asked Li Xiuyuan: "Master, why are you standing alone at the stern of the boat in a daze? I have spring pancakes that were just made today. There are ten spiritual stones each. Do you want to buy a few to take with you on the way?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at her and smiled: "How many spring cakes can you put in this basket? How many spiritual stones can you earn in this trip?"

Chungu, who looked to be about thirty years old, looked at him and laughed: "I'm going home on the way, so I can sell it for whatever I can."

Li Xiuyuan nodded and replied: "Life is not easy. I bought all the spring cakes you sold for."

After saying that, he took two spiritual stones and handed them over, and asked calmly: "Is it enough?"

"That's enough, Master, you are too generous."

The village girl put away the spirit stone, handed the spring cake wrapped in white cloth to Li Xiuyuan, and said with a smile: "This was just made this morning, try it while it's hot..."

Li Xiuyuan took the spring cake wrapped in white cloth, took a piece under his nose and sniffed it gently, then tore off two pieces and threw it into the turbulent Tongtian River.

While muttering to himself: "It's not easy to be born, I hope you will be reincarnated soon..."

These words were spoken to Chen Xuanfeng of Zhenjiang, who was killed by the sword of the Seven Elders of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain before.

He traveled thousands of miles to seek revenge, but in the end he lost his life at the crossing of the Tongtian River. Nothing in life is better than this.

After saying this, he did not say anything but crushed all the spring cakes in his hand one by one and threw them into the Tongtian River.

But the village girl standing behind him was shocked because she didn't know whether the masked young man in front of her was talking about herself or someone else.

In front of her eyes, there was no third party at the stern of the boat except her and the young man in front of her.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but said coldly: "This cake is delicious, let's try it... After all, it was you who fell, but no one bought the cake for you...

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Chapter completed!