Han River Ferry.

The boatman who fell into the water pulled the rope and tied it to himself. He was pulled back to the boat by several people. As soon as he landed on the deck, he rolled and crawled to the middle of the deck. While trembling with cold, he stared at the surrounding river in horror, as if the Han River, which he had lived since childhood, suddenly turned into a demonic underworld.

There was no movement on the river surface.

After a while, the heads of a group of boatmen, the old man with blood on his forehead, hurriedly ran from the cabin to the deck, shouting the names of several boatmen, and after a kick and explanation, the boatmen who were called were hurriedly rushed into the cabin with various tools.

The old man did not leave, but carefully approached the bow of the ship, stood four or five meters away from Luochuan, and his hands were stirred together, lowering his head and asked in a low voice, "Big... Sir... Can we... go at this time?"

Luo Chuan looked back at the old man's forehead with blood already dry and said warmly, "Is the water leakage in the cabin serious?"

"Return........................." He glanced at the calm river surface with fear in his eyes, and quickly withdrew his gaze, "It's just that Master Dragon King... let's go...?!"

"If you don't allow this ship, can you stay here well now?" Luo Chuan smiled and nodded at the old man, "Go and Shengfan, why would the Dragon King make things difficult for us little people? It's just a joke and just teasing us."

The old man had a little bit of a look in his eyes, nodded and turned around and trotted away.

The beautiful woman standing next to Luochuan snorted coldly at the Jiangmen, turned around and returned to the carriage and stopped showing up.

On the other side, just as the beautiful woman turned around and left, a huge bubble rose from the river surface not far from the ferry. Among the bubbles, a small boat that was soaked inside and outside stood up out of thin air. When the bubbles completely left the water surface and burst, the boat also fell back to the river, and the river water seeped into the boat again.

The girl who was originally confused and helpless in the boat immediately struggled. Looking at Luo Chuan and others on the ferry, her eyes were full of begging, and her mouth, which was also tied with silk, made a whimpering sound.

Luo Chuan looked back at the carriage where the beautiful woman was, and then saluted to the two Taoists, "Please ask the two seniors to rescue this girl."

The two Taoist priests nodded with a fierce look and said, "That's right."

Before he could finish his words, the square-faced Taoist priest on the other side had already pointed at the girl on the boat with his right hand. The girl seemed to be held away from the hull by an invisible force. The silk that was originally bound to her was automatically disconnected. When the wind blew, it floated away from the girl and landed on the river, like a red snake.

The girl was held up and landed on the deck not far behind everyone. As soon as she landed on the ground, she fell softly. She weakly supported the deck with both hands and coughed rapidly. After a while, she came to her senses and nodded to everyone, "Thank you for your kindness for saving your life... The little woman will never dare to forget..."

The two Taoist priests looked solemn and silent.

Luo Chuan reached out and took off his cloak and handed it to the heroic woman. The latter took the cloak and walked over to put it on the soaked girl.

The girl looked at Luo Chuan gratefully. Although she looked a little childish, the sadness among the beautiful eyes on her beautiful face had a heart-wrenching maturity.

"You..." Luo Chuan hesitated for a moment, and asked, "I saw him..."

The smart girl immediately understood what Luo Chuan was asking about "he" and her body trembled involuntarily, not knowing whether it was cold or fear.

Seeing this, Luo Chuan stopped asking, but turned around and looked at the river. The ferry had already raised its sails and set sail again. Although the speed was far faster than it was at the beginning, it was finally moving forward, and everyone on the boat could forcefully suppress the fear in their hearts and become busy.

Unexpectedly, when Luo Chuan didn't ask, the girl behind her spoke, her voice soft and like water. "The bottom of the river...the bottom of the river is dim...I saw him..." The girl's voice was already trembling obviously, "I saw him as huge as a platoon. I don't know how long it is...It's as fast as the wind under the water...I don't know the others..."

Luo Chuan looked back at the hairpin on the girl's head, and a purple jade flower on the hairpin was lifelike, "Miss, what else can I go to? I can send you there when I get ashore."

The girl shook her head, her eyes slowed down and her voice was calm, "There is nowhere to go..." She reached out to take off her hairpin and stroked her gently. When she raised her hand, she threw the hairpin into the Han River. "She has been buried in the Han River..." The girl struggled to kneel down and stood up at Luo Chuan, bent down and put her head on the deck, "I beg for adults to take it in, just have a meal to eat." Luo Chuan turned around and looked at the river. Without saying good or bad, the girl kept kneeling alone, not getting close or far away, and did not move, allowing the cold water to slide down her clothes, forming a pool of wet stains on the deck.

"Young Master," the military waiter Li Mu had already comforted the war horses, and quickly approached Luochuan half a step forward, smiled at the two Taoist priests, and waited until the latter walked away with a sense of understanding, and then looked at the heroic woman beside Luochuan, and then he leaned closer and lowered his voice, "If...Young Master, please General Xu take you away first."

洛川扭头看向这个满脸胡茬看起来一脸坚毅的中年人,好一会儿才压低了声音缓缓道,“其它人?”

Li Mu's face remained unchanged, his tone was very serious, and his voice was low, "I will ask two seniors of sword cultivators to take care of Miss Siqi and the girl in your carriage later. With the attitude of those two seniors just saving people, they will not refuse."

Luo Chuan's eyes passed by him and fell on the girl who was still kneeling on the ground not far away.

Li Mu understood Luo Chuan's meaning, and he stared at his eyes and whispered slowly, "I will tell the two sword cultivators... this girl is taken away by me..."

Luo Chuan's eyes fell on Li Mu's face again.

Li Mu lowered his voice again, "I will wait for everyone to leave at the end, and then... take Cao Baijiang away!"

Luo Chuan showed a smile on his face, and he looked at Li Mu playfully for a while before spitting out a word, "Ke."

Li Muzheng turned around and strode towards the two Taoist priests.

"Young Master..." When Li Mu walked away, the heroic woman reached out to hold Luo Chuan's sleeve.

Luo Chuan patted her hand and blocked her words from behind. He turned around and went to see the Han River again.

It's like this when it's gone east for thousands of years.

The heroic woman was a little worried about the unknown risks under the river, and she forced him to retreat from the fence to the depths of the deck, and glanced at the girl who was still kneeling at the bow of the empty boat and whispered, "Do you want her to get up first? She has no energy at all and then kneel down."

"How do you know?" Luo Chuan smiled and leaned against a pillar on the boat, looking at the panic and busy boat workers around him, "I don't know what to be afraid of, I don't know what to be afraid of, I'm not afraid of it, I'm deeply trapped in it. This world is always a game for a few sober people..."

“……All living beings are always suffering…”
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