"Hey~"

"Hey~"

"Hey~"

Shortly after the large fleet left, north.

A small fishing boat erected a triangular yellow cloth as a nondescript sail, swaying and swaying southward.

On the bow of the boat, a dark and thin Taoist priest was manipulating a triangular canvas to take advantage of the wind. The Taoist priest's robe was in tatters and the hair crown on his head was blown askew.

Behind the fishing boat, a round, bald monk was rowing hard. Due to the large tonnage, the stern of the boat sank significantly, causing the bow to tilt up. The large oar was held in his hand like two fire sticks.

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The two of them were working hard, but the boat was not sailing very fast. Instead, it looked like it was about to capsize at any time.

"Fahai, don't waste your strength, the water is about to freeze." The Taoist priest turned to the monk and urged him.

"Ami, your whole family is a Buddha. If it hadn't been for your rag that delayed us, why would we be here?" the monk said angrily.

"A wise man will make a mistake after all his considerations. The poor Taoist just had a small accident." The Taoist priest looked stubborn and said, "At least this sail is still useful, you see."

As he said this, the Taoist priest also showed off a simple sailing machine that seemed to be swinging a triangular sail, and the bow of the boat was swinging left and right, but he didn't look very skillful.

"Do you deserve to be called an invention?" The great monk gritted his teeth angrily.

"This is called a soft sail. It's the only one in the world. As long as the angle of this sail is right, it can sail against the wind and is more useful than a hard sail." The Taoist priest looked proud.

"You are so powerful, why do you want a poor monk to work hard?" the monk retorted.

The Taoist priest was suddenly speechless, and his dark face turned red.

As he was talking, the fishing boat turned a bend in the river, and a sunken ship suddenly appeared, half leaning on the river bed, and partially out of the water, blocking it right in front of the fishing boat.

"No, turn around quickly!" The monk's eyes widened and he exclaimed.

The Taoist priest turned around, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly turned the canvas to turn, but it turned out to be the other way around.

The fishing boat accelerated quickly and crashed straight into the sunken ship.

"Bang!!"

"Oops~"

"Ah~"

"..."

Just listen to a sound.

The fishing boat with its bow tilted high took off with a ski jump and rolled onto the ice.

The Taoist priest and the monk were thrown away, and their faces, one big and one small, came to a solid stop on the ice and slid over ten feet away.

The two groaned for a long time before standing up with their faces covered, and looked at the nearby ice caps. They were confused for a while, and their expressions turned into surprise and doubt.

I saw that the nearby ice sheet was in a mess, stretching for several miles. On top of the broken ice, countless bows, arrows, crossbows and wood fragments were suspended, and smoke was still rising in some places.

The most tragic thing is naturally the sunken ship on the beach.

"There's something evil about it!"

The big monk's fat face changed, and he quickly moved his nose to identify.

It seemed that the wind direction was wrong, so he ran to the water's edge again and licked the edge of the ice cap with a "swipe" sound.

"How's it going?" The Taoist priest came over with his face covered.

The great monk didn't say anything. He made a secret with his fingers and said: "The wind and smoke from all directions enter my mouth. Mani Padme Hum, the taste of my tongue is traced!" Then the big tongue "slicked" again, and his eyes opened: "Water."

There's a demon going down, it smells like blood, and three of its heads are dead."

"What kind of monster?"

"Eel demon, crab demon, loach demon."

"The Black Dragon King's group?" The Taoist took a breath of cold air and said in surprise: "The Black Dragon King is not weak at all. Who can kill it underwater? Maybe it is just injured?"

"Ami, your whole family is a Buddha. You can doubt that the poor monk can eat two hundred steamed buns in one meal, but you can't doubt that the poor monk's tongue has magical powers. I can taste the blood from my heart. These three-headed monsters will definitely die." The great monk said.

Keep a straight face.

The Taoist priest was speechless again, because the great monk's tongue never made any mistakes no matter what he licked.

Like he said, it's magical power.

It is a level higher than magic, extremely magical and extremely unreasonable.

"Then the Black Dragon King is dead, who will clear the way for Tu Baishou?" the Taoist asked again.

"A carp spirit."

The monk's face was full of sanctity, as if he was announcing a universal truth.

"Then hurry up and chase. The carp spirit will clear the way. I'm afraid the fleet will reach Linqing. If you are slow, it will really freeze." The Taoist priest said hurriedly.

So the two people hurriedly went to help the boat. As a result, they found that the fishing boat was smashed, with a big hole in it, and even the nondescript sail was broken.
Chapter completed!