The boatman who fell into the water tied himself with a rope, and 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, shivering with cold and frightened.
Looking at the surrounding rivers, it seemed as if the Han River, where he had lived since childhood, suddenly turned into a demonic underworld.
But there was no movement on the river.
After a while, the leader of the boatmen, an old man with blood on his forehead, ran wetly from the cabin to the deck, shouted the names of several boatmen, and after explaining with a series of kicks, he was kicked.
When their names were called, several boatmen hurriedly took various tools and rushed into the cabin.
However, the old man did not leave. Instead, he cautiously approached the bow of the ship and stood four or five meters away from Luochuan. He mixed his hands together and lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Big..."
Sir...can we...leave at this time?"
Luo Chuan looked back at the dried blood on the old man's forehead and said warmly, "Isn't the cabin leaking serious?"
"To tell you... Sir, the leak is not serious. The old man has already ordered people to clean it up. There will be no problem in holding it to the other side of the pier, but..." His eyes were still full of worry.
He glanced at the calm river surface in fear, then quickly looked away, "It's just Mr. Dragon King... let us go...?!"
"If we don't let it, can this ship stay here well now?" Luo Chuan showed a smile and nodded at the old man, "Go and raise the sail. Why would the Dragon King embarrass us little people? It's just a joke.
, just teasing us."
There was some sparkle in the old man's eyes, he nodded and sighed, turned around and trotted away.
The beautiful woman standing next to Luo Chuan snorted coldly at the river, turned around and returned to the carriage, never showing her face again.
On the other side, just as the beautiful woman turned to leave, a huge bubble rose on the river not far from the ferry. In the bubble, a small boat soaked inside and outside was suspended out of thin air. Wait until the bubble completely left the water.
It broke with a snap, and the boat fell back onto the river, and the river water seeped into the boat again.
The originally confused girl in the boat began to struggle immediately. She looked at Luo Chuan and the others on the ferry with pleading eyes, and she made a whining sound from her mouth, which was also bound by silk satin.
Luochuan looked back at the carriage where the beautiful woman was sitting, then saluted the two Taoist priests and said, "Please ask the two seniors to save this girl."
The fierce-looking one of the two Taoist priests nodded and said, "That's exactly what it should be."
Before he could finish his words, the square-faced Taoist priest on the other side had already pointed with his right hand at the girl on the boat. The girl seemed to be lifted away from the boat by an invisible force, and the silk that was originally tied to her body broke automatically.
Open, blown by the wind, it drifted away from the girl and landed on the river, like a red snake.
The girl was lifted up and landed on the deck not far behind everyone. As soon as she landed on the ground, she fell crookedly and weakly. She weakly supported the deck with her two hands and coughed rapidly. It took a while to recover, and rushed
Everyone nodded and said, "Thank you all my benefactors for your life-saving grace... This little girl will never forget..."
The two Taoist priests looked solemn and silent.
Luochuan 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 Luochuan gratefully. Although she looked a little childish, the sadness in her beautiful eyes on her pretty face already had a mature meaning that made people feel distressed.
"You..." Luo Chuan hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Have you met... him...?"
The smart girl immediately understood what "him" Luo Chuan was referring to, and her body began to tremble involuntarily. She didn't know whether it was cold or fear.
Luo Chuan saw this and stopped asking. Instead, he turned to look at the river. The ferry had set sail again. Although the speed was far from the first, it was finally moving forward. Everyone on the boat was able to suppress the fear in their hearts and get busy.
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Unexpectedly, when Luo Chuan didn't ask, the girl behind him spoke, her voice soft and watery, "The bottom of the river...the bottom of the river is dark...I can only see him..."
The girl's voice was obviously trembling, "I don't know how long he is as big as a row of buildings... He is as fast as the wind underwater... I don't know the rest..."
.”
Luo Chuan looked back at the hairpin on the girl's head. On the hairpin was a vivid purple emerald flower, "Where else can you go, girl? I can take you there when I get to the shore."
The girl shook her head, her eyes dull and her voice calm, "There is nowhere to go..." She reached out to take off the hairpin and touched it gently, then raised her hand and threw the hairpin into the Han River, "She
Buried in the Han River..." The girl struggled to sit up on her knees and faced Luochuan, then bent down and put her head on the deck, "I beg you to take her in, as long as you have something to eat." Luochuan turned and looked at the river.
, without saying yes or no, the girl just kept kneeling there alone, neither approaching nor moving away, nor moving, letting the cold water slide down her clothes, forming a wet stain on the deck.
"Sir," the military commander Li Mu had already sent someone to calm the war horse. He quickly approached Luo Chuan half a step in front of him, smiled at the two Taoist priests, and waited until the latter walked away a little in understanding, then looked at Luo Chuan's side.
After seeing the heroic woman, he came closer and lowered his voice, "If... Young Master, please ask General Xu to take you away first."
Luo Chuan turned to look at this middle-aged man with a stubble on his face who looked determined. After a while, he lowered his voice and said slowly, "Others?"
Li Mu's face remained unchanged, his tone was very serious, and his voice was low, "I will ask two senior sword cultivators to take care of Miss Siqi and the girl on your carriage later. With the attitude of those two seniors just saving people, wouldn't they
Rejected."
Luo Chuan's eyes crossed him and landed on the girl who was still kneeling on the ground not far away.
Li Mu understood what Luo Chuan meant. He stared into his eyes and whispered slowly, "I will tell the two senior sword cultivators... I will take this girl away..."
Luo Chuan's eyes fell on Li Mu's face again.
Li Mu lowered his voice again and said, "I will wait until everyone has left, and then...take General Cao Bai away!"
A smile appeared on Luo Chuan's face. He looked at Li Mu playfully for a while and then uttered one word, "Yes."
Li Mu nodded solemnly, turned around and strode towards the direction of the two Taoist priests.
"Sir..." When Li Mu walked away, the heroic woman reached out and pulled Luo Chuan's sleeve.
Luochuan patted her hand and blocked her words. He turned around and looked at the Han River again.
Rolling eastward, it has been like this for thousands of years.
The heroic woman was a little worried about the unknown risks under the river, so she dragged him back from the fence to the depths of the deck. She glanced at the girl who was still kneeling towards the empty bow and whispered, "Should we let her get up first?"
?She simply doesn’t have the strength to kneel down anymore.”
"How do you know?" Luo Chuan smiled and leaned against a pillar on the ship, looking at the frightened and busy boatmen around him and sighing, "You should be afraid, you don't know when a disaster is coming, you shouldn't be afraid, you are trapped in it and can't get out.
This world is always a game for a few sane people..."