Oriole Ferry is an immortal ferry with hundreds of years of history. It is said that a little oriole demon failed to cross the river and fell into the wild beach.
A young man picked it up and found various herbs to cure it.
Later, the young man was kicked out of the house by his stepmother and had nowhere to go and no place to settle down. The little oriole demon acted as a ferry to help him make a fortune.
A few years later, the young man unexpectedly received an immortal fate and became a monk. The little oriole demon also grew into the big oriole demon and continued to stay.
Together, the two turned a secular ferry into a fairy ferry, which has been passed down to this day.
On both sides of the Oriole Crossing, the houses are connected together, like a prosperous small town.
There are one immortal treasure boat parked in the river, and monks going north and south are getting up and down, which is very lively.
West Bank.
A big man with a majestic build and shining eyes cupped his fists and said: "Brother Li, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. See you soon!"
Next to the big man, stood a tall and sassy woman in red, and a man as lean as a monkey.
The lean man said goodbye with clasped fists.
The woman in red clothes had clear eyes, and she glanced twice at the scholar in green clothes in front of her, showing some different emotions.
Finally, she smiled lightly and said: "Sir, Xiao Qian'er, see you soon, please take care!"
The scholar in green shirt held a folding fan in his hand and bowed in return: "Brother Guo, Brother Wei, Miss Guo, see you soon, take care of yourself!"
The girl in a green skirt next to her also bowed in a decent manner and said crisply: "Brother Hengbei, brother Wei Lun, sister Nanjun, see you soon, I will miss you very much!"
The five people on the shore were none other than Guo Hengbei and Wei Lun who came from Yi State in the south to join them, as well as Li Changyue, Guo Nanjun and Xiaoqianjun who came from Thirty Mile Pavilion.
The three members of the demon-slaying team will take the Xianjia treasure ship from here and arrive at the Gyeonggi Mansion of the Great Wei Dynasty.
They want to send Feng Gu's ashes back to his hometown.
Li Chaoyi and Xiao Qianjun will go east, and the two sides say goodbye.
Guo Nanjun smiled and pinched Xiao Qianjun's cheek, then bent down to help her straighten her skirt, which was a little messy in the wind.
Wei Lun ran to the river, picked a large bunch of beautiful wild flowers, made a corolla, and put it on Xiao Qianjun.
Xiao Qianjun, who is already very delicate and full of aura, looks more like a cute little fairy when she wears a flower crown.
Then the three members of the demon-slaying team boarded the five-story Oriole treasure ship.
After a while, the giant oriole, carrying a huge boat building and floating on the river, fluttered its wings, turned into a yellow shadow, and headed north.
Li Chaoyi and Xiao Qianjun watched the Oriole treasure ship pass through the clouds and disappear into the sky.
"Elder brother, sister Nan Jun, brother Wei Lun, they just left like this. I'm really reluctant to leave."
Li Xianyue touched her little head and said with a smile: "There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. We always have to be separated, but as long as we are determined, we will definitely meet again."
"Hmm, I should be very powerful by then, right?"
"Do you dare to ask you to take a treasure ship back to the academy alone?"
"Don't dare."
"Then no matter how powerful you become, what's the use?"
"Ah, this..."
Xiao Qianjun blinked and was stunned by the question. It seemed that it was of no use.
Li went to the east bank against the wind.
By the time Xiao Qianjun came to his senses, he was already in the middle of the river.
"Elder brother, wait for me!"
Whoosh!
Xiao Qianjun turned into a blue sword light and chased after him.
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Two days later.
Li Changyi and Xiao Qianjun left Qian Kingdom and came to Wangfeng County of Dashun Kingdom.
Dashun State is a large country in the north and southeast of Gezhou. Its national power, territory, folk customs, etc. are no less generous than those of the Wei Dynasty in the middle.
Walking in Wangfeng County of Dashun, it is obvious that the people here are richer than those in Huqiu County of Qianguo.
Martial arts are also more prosperous.
Passing through almost every town and village, one could see people wielding swords and sticks. We even encountered two villages fighting each other, and even third-level warriors and second-level monks appeared.
I saw the martial arts fighters fighting wildly, the monks using their skills brilliantly, and the fights fierce.
You must know that they are just two ordinary villages, not a stronghold of a wealthy family. There are only a few hundred people on one side, but they can distinguish between a third-level warrior and a late-level second-level monk.
It can be seen that Dashun's military fortune is booming.
After fighting for a long time, the two villages could not decide the winner. Without waiting for Li Changyi to mediate, the two clan leaders retreated on their own. They also agreed to fight again in a month to determine the winner.
Seeing this scene, Li Changyi didn't bother to care.
Another day later, Li Changyi and Xiao Qianjun passed through Wangfeng County and came to Lingzhou next door.
At dusk.
The two brothers and sisters were walking on a country road and were going to find a house to stay for the night.
Xiao Qianjun suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted: "Sir, look, there is a herd of cows flying in the sky!"
Li looked up and saw a group of oxen in the southwest sky, flying towards their direction.
On the back of one of the big black bulls, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting, holding a bamboo flute and playing music freely in the sky.
"Riding an ox far away from Qian Village, the flute played three or four times in the evening breeze - but this is talking about a shepherd boy on the ground. This is the first time I have seen this shepherd boy in the sky." Li Changye said in surprise.
Xiao Qianjun also nodded. The demeanor of the boy playing the flute on the back of an ox was comparable to the demeanor of many Confucian students from the Upper House in the academy, who controlled animals and flew.
But he clearly looks like a farm boy.
As if he heard the conversation between the two brothers and sisters, the young man on the cow's back put down his flute and glanced this way.
The next moment, he jumped up, got off the back of the bull, and landed in front of Li Changye and Xiao Qianjun.
Looking at Xiao Qianjun, and then carefully looking around at Li Chaoyue, the young man asked: "May I ask which family this old man is a scholar from?"
Li Chaoyi replied: "The Confucian sect is at Xiahanshan Academy, Li Chaoyi."
"Confucianism? I don't like Confucianism very much." The young man said bluntly, "You Confucian scholars often speak very beautifully, but the things they do are not very good."
Li Chaoyi saw that this young man was a cheerful person, so he was not annoyed. He smiled and said, "Situations like the one you mentioned also exist."
"One kind of rice can feed a thousand kinds of people, and the same book can also cultivate a thousand kinds of people."
"It is true that some Confucian disciples go against the teachings of the sages, but we cannot beat all Confucian scholars to death just because there are some polite scum."
When the young man met the scholar in blue shirt in front of him, he was not angry because of what he said. He even admitted frankly that he was a little surprised.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Brother, you are indeed different from those Confucian scholars who passed by our village last year. At that time, there was another group of scholars who happened to stay overnight in our village."
"Just because that group of scholars did not admit that the knowledge of the Holy Master was the best in the world, those Confucian scholars beat them up."
"Later, when bandits came to rob the village, those Confucian scholars made sure to repel the bandits and save our village."
"But after hearing that the bandit leader was a monk of the Five Realms, these Confucian scholars sneaked away at night."
Li Chaoyi and Xiao Qianjun were speechless for a while.
The young man continued: "At that time, my sister saw that one of the Confucian scholars was handsome and wanted to elope with him. Fortunately, the guy ran away by himself before the next day. Otherwise, it would be a mistake for my sister.
lifetime?"
Li Changyi didn't even know what to say.
Changing the subject: "Then how did your village deal with those bandits?"
The young man replied: "Mr. Hu from Qingsui Mountain arrived, killed the group of bandits, and saved several surrounding villages."
"Qingsui Mountain? Is it the Qingsui Mountain of Lingzhou Martial Arts Alliance Leader Hu Laoxiang?"
"Exactly, but Mr. Hu is already the previous leader of the martial arts alliance. He washed his hands in the golden basin a year ago and abdicated in favor of others. The current leader of the martial arts alliance in Lingzhou is Du Ling Sword Immortal."
Li Chaoyi once learned about Hu Laoxiang of Qingsui Mountain, the leader of the martial arts alliance in a state, in an idle book "Dashun Jianghu Lu".
I thought I would be able to see this legendary old alliance leader when I arrived in Lingzhou, but unexpectedly he had already withdrawn from the world.
Xiao Qianjun was not interested in Mr. Hu, the leader of the martial arts alliance. He looked at the group of cattle in the sky that were stopping in the sky and began to eat the young leaves on the treetops.
He asked out of curiosity: "Brother, how come those scalpers can fly? Are they all psychic and capable of cultivation, but they haven't transformed yet?"
The young man also glanced at the group of oxen in the sky, and explained with a smile: "That's not true, they can fly because of the sound of my flute."
"Flute sound?"
"Well, during the first lunar month, a middle-aged man who claimed to be the uncle of Master Youhe Mountain passed by our village and said that I was born to be a Taoist. He wanted to accept me as his disciple and asked me to follow him to practice in Youhe Mountain.
I didn’t want to leave my father and my sister, so if I didn’t agree, he gave me a secret formula and asked me to practice it first, and then go to him when I change my mind one day.”
Li Chaoyi took a look at the young man and found that he was already a second-level monk.
From the first month to the present, it only takes five months. It is indeed a rare monastic embryo to go from a white body to a second-level monk in such a short period of time.
While we were chatting, a group of people from the south came from the south, like dragons and tigers, with extraordinary momentum.